Book review: The Night Ship by Jess Kidd

Jess Kidd’s novel The Night Ship tells two stories set centuries apart – one in 1628 and the other 1989. It connects the lives of two motherless children via Beacon island off the coast of Western Australia. The story was inspired by the bizarre and disturbing 1628 shipwreck of the Batavia on her maiden voyage from Holland. The journey left 200 surviving passengers and crew stranded on the Houtman Abrolhos island chain. The stranding led to mutiny, the death of more than half of those survivors and enslavement of the rest. Only about 70 were till living when finally rescued three months later.

The greatest disgrace of humankind is the failure of the strong to protect the weak.

In Judd’s tale, Mayken, a bit of a wild child, and her nursemaid Imke, board a ship soon after the death of the girls mother. She is destined to live with her merchant father in Australia. While onboard Mayken undertakes as series of clandestine adventures throughout bowels of the ship dressed as a kitchen boy. It is on these adventures she discovers the mythical beast that lives in onboard – a kind of eel like creature called Bullebak. She is convinced the monster is responsible for the failing health of her beloved nursemaid and sets out to capture it. Conditions on the ship worsen, relationships deteriorate and there is mutiny in the air.

As is the way with souls confined, tempers fray and flare, ill-spoken words fester, coincidences become intrigues. Minds seethe with resentment and revenge like the worms in the water barrels. As the ship spoils, so does the air between the people.

In 1989, nine year old Gil Hurley is sent to the home off his uncommunicative fisherman grandfather, Joss, on Beacon island after the death of his mother. The island is said to be haunted by the spirit of a young girl. He also finds an old story book of his mother’s about a bunyip, an eel-like monster that preys on children. Gill does not want to be a fisherman and is isolated. He befriends a tortoise and becomes fascinated by the tale of the wreck of the Batavia. Monsters loom large for both children.

Gil knows the signs of haunting. A kid ghost will give you cold knees. A woman ghost turns silver jewellery black. If furniture’s thrown around, your ghost is a man. Gil’s knees are fine, thank you.” 

The Night Ship unfolds in alternate chapters linked by the children’s parallel experiences and monster representations of their fears. It is an atmospheric and melancholy coming of age story. The Night Ship explores grief, survival and human cruelty, but it’s not all grim. Kidd also injects humour, and as always, I love a bit of magical realism.

Book review: Things in Jars by Jess Kidd

The Victorian era gothic crime fiction novel Things in Jars by Jess Kidd is a great read. Set in London, the atmosphere is vivid, there’s plenty of magical realism, and Kidd’s grasp of creative language is enviable as well as witty. 

London is awash with the freshly murdered. Bodies appear hourly, blooming in doorways with their throats cut, prone in alleyways with the head knocked in. Half-burnt in hearths and garroted in garrets, folded into trunks or bobbing about in the Thames, great bloated shoals of them.

Bridie Devine, former surgeons apprentice, is a pipe smoking detective. She has a dagger strapped to her thigh and sometimes cross dresses to gain access into male only spaces. She also sees things, ghosts mainly. She chats to them, in particular a recently deceased boxer called Ruby Doyle who has the hots for her. She is not interested, but still he stays as her protector.

The raven turns in her element and the world turns too, confirming what she already knew: she is the centre of everything.

Bridie takes on a case to find Sir Edmund Berwick’s missing child called Christabel. For some reason Sir Edmond has kept the child in hiding her whole life. It turns out Charitable is no ordinary child.

Sir Edmund’s home is an architectural grotesque, the ornate facade the unlikely union of a warship and a wedding cake. A riot of musket loops, carved shells, liquorice-twist chimneys, mock battlements, a first-floor prow, and an exuberance of portholes. On the carved stone pediment above the wide front door Neptune cavorts with sea nymphs. The lower-floor windows are festooned with theatrical swags of stone starfish and scallop shells. For all this, the house looks unlived in.

Things in Jars is a dark, strange, whimsical, and compelling novel. I’ll be reading more of Jess Kidd’s work – I’m hooked.