In 1937, Adam Nicolson’s father answered a newspaper ad—”Uninhabited islands for sale. Outer Hebrides, 600 acres. . . . Puffins and seals. Apply.”—and thus found the Shiants. With a name meaning “holy or enchanted islands,” the Shiants for millennia were a haven for those seeking solitude, but their rich, sometimes violent history of human habitation includes much more. When he was twenty-one, Nicolson inherited this almost indescribably beautiful property: a landscape, soaked in centuries-old tales of restless ghosts and Bronze Age gold, that cradles the heritage of a once-vibrant world of farmers and fishermen.
In Sea Room, Nicolson describes and relives his love affair with the three tiny islands and their strange and colorful history in passionate, keenly precise prose—sharing with us the greatest gift an island bestows on its inhabitants: a deep engagement with the natural world.
In 1937, Adam Nicolson’s father answered a newspaper ad—”Uninhabited islands for sale. Outer Hebrides, 600 acres. . . . Puffins and seals. Apply.”—and thus found the Shiants. With a name meaning “holy or enchanted islands,” the Shiants for millennia were a haven for those seeking solitude, but their rich, sometimes violent history of human habitation includes much more. When he was twenty-one, Nicolson inherited this almost indescribably beautiful property: a landscape, soaked in centuries-old tales of restless ghosts and Bronze Age gold, that cradles the heritage of a once-vibrant world of farmers and fishermen.
In Sea Room, Nicolson describes and relives his love affair with the three tiny islands and their strange and colorful history in passionate, keenly precise prose—sharing with us the greatest gift an island bestows on its inhabitants: a deep engagement with the natural world.