The Gracekeepers: A Novel

The Gracekeepers: A Novel

by Kirsty Logan

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Overview

For readers of The Night Circus and Station Eleven, a lyrical and absorbing debut set in a world covered by water

As a Gracekeeper, Callanish administers shoreside burials, laying the dead to their final resting place deep in the depths of the ocean. Alone on her island, she has exiled herself to a life of tending watery graves as penance for a long-ago mistake that still haunts her. Meanwhile, North works as a circus performer with the Excalibur, a floating troupe of acrobats, clowns, dancers, and trainers who sail from one archipelago to the next, entertaining in exchange for sustenance.

In a world divided between those inhabiting the mainland ("landlockers") and those who float on the sea ("damplings"), loneliness has become a way of life for North and Callanish, until a sudden storm offshore brings change to both their lives--offering them a new understanding of the world they live in and the consequences of the past, while restoring hope in an unexpected future. 

Inspired in part by Scottish myths and fairytales, The Gracekeepers tells a modern story of an irreparably changed world: one that harbors the same isolation and sadness, but also joys and marvels of our own age.

— Finalist, Lambda Literary Award

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553446616
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 05/19/2015
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 841,588
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

KIRSTY LOGAN is an award-winning writer based in Scotland. She regularly performs her stories at events and festivals around the UK and Europe. The Gracekeepers is her debut novel.

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1

North

Behindcurtains, North and her bear waited. Their cue wouldn’t come for a while yet. The air back here was still chilly, though the smell of sweat and soil was getting stronger. North never felt comfortable with her feet touching land. She didn’t trust its steadiness, its refusal to move or change in the honest way of the sea. The landlockers hadn’t given the circus much room on their island--it was small, north-west, not a capital--and behindcurtains was a narrow space.

The damp hem of the curtains huddled around her ankles as she pressed her face to her bear’s chest, breathing in his musty smell, hearing the beginnings of a growl within him. She reached her hand to his nose and tapped it, as a warning for him to stay silent. Their show today would be uncomplicated: North and her bear would dance, they would kiss, they would bow to the crowd. Simple. Or as simple as anything can be in a circus.

Out on stage, the rest of the circus folk were performing the maypole, everything wrapped in ribbons: the pole, their hair, their bodies, all wrapped tight so the crowd couldn’t tell which were girls and which were boys, so they were all girlboygirls. The ribbons were dyed bright with ground-up shells and seaweed, streaking color on to their bare skin.

North’s bear was not bright. He was brown as wood and he was patterned a little like wood too, whorls of lighter fur among the dark. To match his fur, North’s dark hair was tied up in loops and her pale body was draped in brown fabric. She had to match his golden chains, too, so she had dyed strands of her hair gold and woven them into braids. North stroked her hands along her bear’s broad neck in swoops, keeping rhythm with his breath. It was important to calm him before a performance, to show him that she was on his side, to get him used to his chains all over again. Bears are harder to train than dogs or horses or any other animals, because they’re vicious and have faulty memories. North was like that too, or at least that’s what Avalon, the ringmaster’s wife, said.

As if summoned by the thought, Avalon slid out from behind a wedge of curtain. She had a sprig of apple blossom tucked behind her ear, its petals velvety as her cheek. North had never seen fresh flowers before Avalon started wearing them in her hair.

“Darling urchin,” she purred. She tossed an object from hand to hand as she spoke, smooth as juggling. “Is your mangy beast ready to terrify the children?”

But North did not hear a word. She stared, hypnotized, at the object passing between Avalon’s hands. The apple was a perfect sphere, green speckled with red, shiny as a bird’s eye. Avalon pulled a silver knife from her dress pocket and cut the apple’s softening flesh into quarters, exposing the pips tenderly. Its scent exploded in the air: sweetly souring, past its best but still with a sheen of juice. She didn’t know how much apples cost, but it was certainly worth weeks of the circus crew’s dinners. North inhaled as deeply as she could.

Avalon ate a slice from the knife’s blade, pips and stem and all. Then another. Then she raised a third to her mouth, and, noticing North’s gaze, paused.

“Oh, little wraith. You only have to ask, you know. Would you like a piece?”

North tried to speak, but she’d spent all afternoon murmuring to the bear and her throat had tightened. She coughed.

“What was that?”

“Yes.” North had to clench her jaw and swallow hard before she could force herself to add--“Please.”

Avalon sighed, and someone who didn’t know her might think that her regret was genuine. North knew better, and wished she hadn’t said please.

“I am sorry, urchin. It’s for the baby.” Avalon cupped her belly maternally and chewed the third quarter of the apple. For the baby, for the baby. In the few months since Avalon had announced her pregnancy, everything that happened in the circus was for the baby. North couldn’t wait for the damned thing to be born--though Red Gold already had one pampered son, and he certainly didn’t need another.

As Avalon swallowed, she smiled. With a flick of her little silver knife, she tossed the last quarter of the apple under the curtain, where it disappeared in the dust and shadow. North bit down a mewl of dismay. As if sensing her mood, North’s bear began growling, low and thick.

Avalon narrowed her eyes at the bear as if he had offended her, but North could see that his growls made her nervous. She wanted to command her bear, to anger him, to prod him into swiping his half-moon claws through the air in front of Avalon’s smug face. Perhaps the threat of the bear was enough for a moment’s peace. Instead North swooped her hand down her bear’s neck, soothing his growl to silence.

From the stage, the ringmaster was announcing the climax of the maypole, more sensual and dramatic than anything you have ever seen, and without a backward glance Avalon stalked away, tucking her silver knife back into her dress pocket, but wait, do not leave your seats, for our seductive performers will enter your ranks, and left North still gaping at the shadow that hid the tiny, perfect quarter of apple, an item she had not tasted or even seen for months, for now you can buy your own ribbon and learn the mystic art of maypole to the delight of your lover.

She was still motionless, the bear’s fur growing hot under her hand, when the maypole dancers paraded offstage. The Excalibur’s crew numbered thirteen, including North, and their faces were more familiar to her than her own. Even in the gloom she recognized the angular jaws of Melia and Whitby, the acrobats, though bandaged in their ribbons it was tricky to tell which was which. Sometimes they said they were siblings, sometimes a long-married couple. North didn’t know the truth about their lives before they bought their way on to the Excalibur : of all the tales they’d told, one must be true, but it was impossible to pick it out of the made-up ones. The acrobats both had monkey-small feet and hips, with shoulders as big as a bull’s: perfect for rolling up ropes and swinging out over the heads of the crowd. Their ribbons covered the shining remnants of old injuries criss-crossing their limbs. All the circus crew bore their scars, but the acrobats’ were enough to make even North flinch. Whichever circus they’d been in before, it couldn’t have had safety nets either.

Melia and Whitby sniffed the air, dragging their faces into sneers in imitation of Avalon, then pressed North into the embrace of the curtain so the other performers could file past. They huddled together, placing their wide hands on the bear’s back as if to bring him into the conversation. The curtains and overhead of the big top were made of the schooner’s four sails, and the fabric felt rough with saltwater.

“I hear,” stage-whispered one acrobat, “that Avalon, our beloved ringmaster’s wife, has had quite enough of circus life. She wishes to abandon us all to the jaws of the sea.”

“But how could she ever tire of us, pray tell?” said the other in mock shock.

“It’s sad news indeed, sweet sister,” said Whitby. “Avalon scorns the sea and wishes only for land. A house, a garden, a piece of ground that doesn’t move.”

“Just think on it! All that gold, taken straight from our ringmaster’s pockets and funneled into a teensy piece of land, without any of it touching our dinner table. For shame, my darling husband.”

North hunched her shoulders, sure that if she looked up she’d see the ringmaster’s reddened, glittered cheeks looming toward her. The stage make-up irritated his skin so he plastered on more to cover it, which irritated it more until it cracked and bled. North had seen the pinkish gleam of the bowl after Red Gold had washed; his veins must hold as much glitter as blood.

“Land? How very dull, brother! What a yawnful sort of life!”

“So true--the exact same sky and the exact same ground, every single day! You’d barely be able to breathe for all the yawning!”

“Hush now,” said North, as from the stage came the boom of Red Gold introducing the wondrous bear-girl, fearless and fierce. She shrugged her shoulders out from under the acrobats’ arms, then made a show of fussing with her bear’s collar until she felt them leave. Her bear always went onstage shackled, though if he decided to use his strength, the fine gold chains would snap like strands of hair. The chains were decorative, meant only for the eyes of the crowd. Spectacle is grounded in the illusion of control. The crowd think they want safety, but what they really crave is the trick gone wrong: the fall from a trapeze, the uncovering of bone.

Earlier, when the Excalibur had docked, North had spied on the landlockers from under the canvas top of her coracle. They all seemed haggard and hunched in their hard-won finery, as if even the crust of soil they’d allowed the circus was too much. It didn’t matter that damplings outnumbered landlockers ten to one; they had land, and land meant food, and food meant power, and no one was allowed to forget that.

For their act, North and her bear would mime a courtship: her kisses on his sharp teeth, the two of them in a clumsy waltz, then a musty-furred swoon in his arms and the slight lifting of her dress as the applause swept them offstage. It was always a crowd-pleaser: the female side of the big top loved the romance, the male side appreciated the reveal of flesh, and everyone was thrilled by the danger of the bear. North could still do her act. She would let out her costume when she needed to.

From the stage Red Gold’s voice grew even louder, HERE TO TAME THE TERRIFYING BEAST WITH TEETH SHARPER THAN RAZOR-SHELLS, CHILDREN AVERT YOUR INNOCENT EYES, and North darted her hand under the curtain and groped around in the dust for the apple slice. She ate it in one bite, sucking her lips inward so she wouldn’t miss any of its juice. As she wrapped her bear’s chain around her fist and stepped out from behind the curtain, she let her tongue prod at the shreds of appleskin between her teeth, and swallowed them too. She had to. For the baby.



With the crowd’s shouts and claps still echoing in her ears, North settled the bear in the shell of their boat. After a performance he needed to be groomed, fed, soothed. She’d worked hard to get him used to the golden chains, but he knew they weren’t natural and shuddered back from them every time. North had never hurt him, and never would. Other animals could learn by cruelty: jewelled whips for ponies, kicks and slaps for dogs. But that would not work on bears. They learned steadily, through rapport, a dialogue built up over years. The problem was that her bear seemed hardly to remember her from day to day. She believed that he loved her, but he sometimes looked at her as if she were a stranger.

Faulty memory, like everyone said, and that’s why North’s job was so hard, but also why she had a place in the circus at all. There were many circus boats--all of them less decrepit than the Excalibur--but none of the others had a bear-girl. In a world with so little land, mammals were rare outside the landlocker farms. Because North’s bear was a rarity, that meant that North was a rarity too.

Before she could begin his grooming, he would have to eat. There was no point in grooming him first, as bears are not known for being tidy eaters.

The main circus boat had been pulled ashore, as with various unfurlings the mast became the center of the big top, the striped sails became the canvas, the deck the stage. Some circuses left their ships in the water and performed up on the dock. North shuddered at the thought. She found it hard enough to walk on the islands. She could never find the balance and concentration to perform there.

Luckily, the brightly painted coracles where the crew lived didn’t need to touch land. They had only to tighten the chains between them and the convoy became one long, snaking raft. North used the salt-crusty chains as a handhold to giant-step between the coracles. The swaying chains and bobbing decks felt steadier to her than walking on ground.

She managed to collect dinner from the mess boat without getting dragged into conversation with any of the Excalibur’s crew. She brought the food back to her boat and ate with her bear: stewed hock, baked potatoes, a cup of milk. Neither of them had drunk milk for weeks, so the crowd must have paid well. North hoped there would be eggs for the morning. Their bowls were not quite full enough for their bellies, but it took the edge off their gnaw of hunger.

After they had licked their bowls clean, North drained the water from the filter into a washbucket. She ensured that her bear was watching, then put the gold chains in a box and tucked them under her berth. He grumbled a roar, but it seemed involuntary, like indigestion, and he settled to his grooming without fuss. It took a long time: many of the women landlockers seemed to have taken a fancy to him, and had thrown perfumed leaves that caught in his fur. The perfume was waxy and ratted the fur into clumps, resisting North’s damp fingers. She was probably supposed to do something noble with the leaves, like burn them or bury them, but she didn’t care about the landlockers’ superstitions. She pulled back the coracle’s canvas top and threw the leaves into the water. She hoped that their waxy coating would make them float back to shore, so those fancy ladies could see what she thought of their gifts.

By the time she was finished, she could barely muster the energy to comb her own hair. All circus folk kept their hair long, dyed bright with whatever colored things they could scavenge. It helped with the illusion of their performance; their tightrope-walk between the genders. Once a preacher from a revival boat had picketed the circus show with signs proclaiming THE SINS OF GLAMOUR, shouting about how the words glamour and grammar meant the same, and every word spoken by a beautiful woman was a spell cast over the god-fearing man. Red Gold loved the publicity; the performance that night was packed. And ever since, the three crewmembers on the beauty boat had been called the glamours.

Reading Group Guide

Book club discussion guide for Kirsy Logan's fiction novel THE GRACEKEEPERS.

1. In The Gracekeepers, Kirsty Logan has conjured a world rich in magic and strangeness. Land is scarce, landlockers revere the few remaining trees, paper—like the ruffles on Red Gold’s shirt—is wildly expensive, and damplings must wear bells when they roam the land. What was your favorite image from this book’s unique and powerful world? What were your first impressions of the novel?

2. Both Callanish and North have secrets, both physical and emotional, that they hide from the world.  What are they, and how do they affect the choices they make as characters? Why do you think North and Callanish keep their secrets for so long?

3. In their world, Callanish and North are defined by their respective roles as gracekeeper and bear- girl. In your opinion, how much control do they have over their lives? Are there benefits to either of their lifestyles and, if so, what are they?

4. The restings performed by the gracekeepers are part of a rich cultural tradition to bury and honor the dead. Describe a few of these rituals—in what ways are they similar to or different from those you’ve practiced in your own lives?

5. Despite the danger, North sleeps beside her bear and puts herself at risk caring for him. Were you surprised by the depth of North’s feelings for him? Why do you think he played such an emotionally central role in her life?

6. The Excalibur is not only a traveling circus but, also, a family with complex relationships and a ship’s crew.  What roles do each of the performers play in their small community? Which relationships most intrigued you?

7. The glamours and the clowns play a special function within the circus: both are provocative acts that entice, and incite, the audience. What tools do they use to tap into people’s emotions?

8. Land and sea, male and female, dampling and landlocker —duality is ever-present in the novel. What do you think the author is exploring here?

9. Like most damplings, Melia and Whitby revere the ocean. Red Gold and Avalon revere the land, as do most landlockers.  Which appealed to you the most and why? 

10. North is reluctant to share the story of her pregnancy because, even for the world of landlockers and damplings, it’s rather fantastic. What did you take away from her telling of it? Did you believe her?

11. When Callanish and North first meet, they confide in each other very quickly. What do you think prompts this sudden intimacy?

12. Both Callanish’s and North’s lives are defined by loss.  Is this true for the other inhabitants of their world?

13. How does Kirsty Logan define the concept of “family” throughout The Gracekeepers? What does it mean to North and Callanish?

14. Callanish has never forgiven herself for what happened to her mother. How does she attempt to atone, and do you think she succeeds?

15. The theme of searching runs throughout the novel. Do you think North, Callanish, and the other characters find what they’re looking for? Aside from Callanish and North, which characters did you most wish happiness for throughout the novel?

16. When Callanish first meets North, she says, “I haven’t slept a full night since I got here. It’s hard to let go. It’s not safe.” Flitch warns Callanish, ‟Little fish . . . you’re always like this. Always picking holes in things. If you’re not careful, it’ll all come unravelled.”  What do you think Callanish and Flitch mean by these comments?  Who is “safe” in their world? What could ‟unravel”? In what ways do Callanish and North find safety by the book’s end?

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The Gracekeepers: A Novel 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
KarenfromDothan More than 1 year ago
Most of the known world is covered in water save for some isolated islands here and there.  The ruins of cities sometimes visible beneath the nearly endless sea.  Land lockers inhabit what little land is left and damplings make their way on the sea aboard an assortment of vessels.  Land lockers are very wary of damplings allowing them only limited access to their land and hold themselves to be superior.  When damplings die, their bodies are transported to the doldrums where a grace keeper performs the burial rite.  Callanish is one of these “holy” grace keepers.  It’s a lonely, isolated existence, but she doesn’t seem to mind, and takes her duties very seriously.   North is a member of the ragtag Circus Excalibur.  She was born into the circus and travels the world performing with her bear.  When one of the troupe members drowns during a raging storm, they take his body to Callanish for his resting.  Kirsty Logan’s first novel, The Grace Keepers, is a work of speculative fiction.  Her writing is absolutely luminous especially since the story is kind of a dark one.  It’s a story about contradictions and secrets; survival in a harsh and difficult environment.  I was quite surprised by this book.  It was not at all what I was expecting which in this case is a good thing.  It’s a hauntingly beautiful tale that will have you mulling the question, “Is it really so bad to be different?”
LuckyDevilReviews More than 1 year ago
Wow, what a beautiful, haunting novel. I had a feeling I was going to fall in love with The Gracekeepers, from its gorgeous cover to the fascinating synopsis pulling me in. As some of you would probably agree, the quality of the characters can make or break a book. I'm happy to say that the characters you meet in this book do not disappoint. There are two main, clear protagonists, Callanish and North. Callanish is a gracekeeper who lays the dead damplings (those that live at sea) to rest. She used to be a landlocker (someone who lives on the land), but due to some events in her past she has exiled herself to an island. North is part of a floating circus, where her act is performing with her trained bear. She lost her parents in a rather tragic accident and the circus and its performers are all she has ever known. Both she and Callanish harbor secrets that could change their lives forever, and this forms an unbreakable bond between them. There are a lot of supporting characters here: the ringmaster, Jarrow (or Red Gold as North calls him); Jarrow's cruel, pregnant wife, Avalon; the acrobats, fire breather, horse performer, messengers, and gracekeepers. It would be impossible to go over them all in this review. They were all very important to the story in their own ways. The book is written in third-person point of view, and I really enjoyed how the author chose to change the voice frequently. It was like opening a window into each of the characters' lives. Some of the supporting characters were given a voice as well and that doesn't happen very often.The chapters were labeled as to which character's story was being told, so it was never confusing. This method helped me understand each of them more completely, for better or worse. I even held some compassion for the characters I despised after learning the motivations behind their actions. As eerie and morbid as it may seem, I found the graceyard setting oddly beautiful. When the dead were put in their final resting place below the water, Callanish would place a caged bird (a grace) on top of the body. When the grace died, the loved ones knew it was time to move on and stop grieving. I just wish it were that simple, but we all know that there is no time table on grief. Three years later and my heart still hurts from losing my mom, and I know it always will. I really liked one quote in particular, when North was talking to Callanish about someone she knew who died. She began talking about him as if he was still alive, and then she remembered. "She stopped. She knew that ______ wasn't coming back, but also he must be coming back. It didn't make sense otherwise." (pg. 96 of The Gracekeepers - I used "____" in place of the character's name to avoid spoilers) That passage spoke to me so much. It is exactly how I felt right after my mom passed away; it was sudden and I just couldn't believe that she wasn't going to walk through the door. I knew she was gone and I'd never see her again. Of course I did; we all understand how death works. Yet in those moments, and even to this day sometimes, I feel like she will come home. And the heartbreak starts all over again. There were many sources of conflict, from arranged marriages to past mistakes, but underneath it all was the huge divide between the damplings and the landlockers. From what I understood, water had covered a lot of the land and sunk some cities, leaving fewer areas left to be inhabited. Those that lived on land looked down on
dmoitzh More than 1 year ago
I received an advanced readers copy for my honest review. I LOVED this book! It was so visual in the descriptions and events throughout the book. It had 2 characters that told their own tales of mystery and intrigue. These tales were woven together for a story that jumped off the pages. A great book that will keep you engaged and engrossed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The characters are so vivid that they jump from page to your imagination with the slightest of ease.