In a series of short, almost standalone stories, the book
relates the history of a Perthshire mill built in 1831 and cursed by the
carving of a glaistig, or green woman into its lintel. From the story of the
build we shift to 1913 and a moving strand featuring a fierce young woman, a Suffragette
determined to build for herself a career but let down by patriarchy, and then
towards the present day, as the mill gradually falls from its earlier grandeur
into decline and decay.
Although the story is rooted in this beautifully rendered
place, the breadth of Cracknell’s vision is remarkably broad. She takes in the
slave trade, votes for women and the way women are serially betrayed, the
bombings of the Clyde in World War Two, the Iraq war and the financial crash-induced
travails of our modern day. The story pulses with the echo of time, a gradual palimpsest
of human history in this single place and everywhere, one misfortune laid on
another, one hope after another lost until all that is left is the cursed lintel
with which everything began. That and hope, in the shape of a young woman and a
young man.
And through them, we trust – we hope – the story will continue,
as stories must.