Discovering ‘The Un-Discovered Islands’

Ahead of the launch of one of our hugely anticipated books by the marvellous Malachy Tallack – author of last year’s travel memoir Sixty Degrees North, and the tremendously talented illustrator of Animalium, Katie Scott – we are publishing an extract from The Un-Discovered Islands.

In this extract Malachy introduces the book and explains why he set out to write this book about the many phantom, fake and mythical islands.
Introduction
un-discovered-islandsI remember well the motto of the Anderson High School in Lerwick, displayed on the brightly coloured crest that was fixed to the gates outside. ‘Dö weel and persevere’, it counselled. At some point we pupils must have been told the origin of these words, for they were intimately tied to the place itself. ‘Dö weel and persevere’ was the formative advice given in 1808 to the young man Arthur Anderson, later to be the industrialist Arthur Anderson, co-founder of the P&O shipping company, member of parliament for Orkney and Shetland, and benefactor of the school that still bears his name.

It was not a particularly stirring piece of advice. To me it sounded half-hearted, like the words of an inattentive father patting his son absent-mindedly on the head. But the story of Anderson’s rise from poverty to philanthropy was supposed to inspire young Shetlanders. It was part of the history of our school and the history of our islands. The implication was that, if heeded, these words could help shape our futures too. Hard work and perseverance: those were the lessons that would lead us forward.

Accompanying that motto on the crest were three Viking images – an axe, a longship and a flaming brand – alongside another, more ambiguous inscription. On a yellow scroll across the centre of the emblem were three words in Latin that pointed to a rather different part of our history.
‘Dispecta est T hule’: Thule was seen.

Though I passed through those gates countless times in my years at school, no teacher ever explained the Latin words they bore, and I never bothered to ask. From somewhere, I had gathered a vague notion that Thule was supposed to be the edge of the world, and that somehow Shetland was it, or at least it once had been. But in my youthful head that word was connected most closely with the Thule Bar down at the harbour, a far more mysterious and tantalising place for a teenage boy.

It was not until several years later, when school was long behind me, that I learned the origin of this motto. Thule was indeed the edge of the world, but it was more than that. It was an island once believed to be real but now absent from the maps. It was a place that was no longer a place. The words themselves came from the Roman historian Tacitus, whose father-in-law, Agricola, was governor of Britain in the late first century AD. Sailing north of mainland Scotland, Agricola had seen Shetland on the horizon and believed it to be Thule, the northernmost point in the classical world. He pinned the label to the islands, but it didn’t stick for long. Thule was seen, and then once again it disappeared.

In hindsight it seems odd that such a phrase was considered a suitable decoration for those gates, since its message so obviously clashed with the one that accompanied it on the crest. According to the school motto, Shetland was as pivotal a place as we, its sons and daughters, wished to make it. Arthur Anderson was an important man – his ships had sailed the world’s oceans – and like him we could go anywhere and do anything. But in those three words from Tacitus, Shetland lost its identity altogether and tumbled off the edge of the map. Hitched to the idea of Thule, we barely even existed at all. It was a peculiar contradiction, but something in that unreal geography appealed to me.

Later I found that the oceans are full of such places: islands discovered and then un-discovered. They have existed in every part of the world, and some appeared on maps for many centuries before finally being erased. These islands have not been lost to rising seas or to earthquakes; they are not the victims of natural disasters. These islands are human in origin, the products of imagination and error.

Gathered in this book is a whole archipelago of un-discovered islands, grouped into six sections. The first are Islands of Life and Death: mythical places, confined to stories. Setting Out introduces islands found by early travellers in the Atlantic and Pacific, when few people knew the world beyond their own shores. The third group emerged during the Age of Exploration, as European sailors began to crisscross the globe with increasing regularity. The fourth are Sunken Lands, once thought to have been submerged; while the fifth are Fraudulent Islands, invented by hoaxers and liars. The sixth and final group are Recent Un-Discoveries, made during the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.

Each of these places has its own story. None is exactly alike. Some have helped to shape entire
cultures, while others have been barely noticed. Some are strange and fabulous, while others are utterly believable. All of them reflect in some way the values of their age, and all of them have enriched the geography of the mind. This book seeks to celebrate and commemorate these un- discovered islands, and, through them, tell the story of how we have created our image of the world.

The Un-Discovered Islands is published on the 13th of October and will be available in all good bookshops and online.

 

Arnold Palmer – A Ryder Cup Legend

Golf’s luminaries have paid tribute to Arnold Palmer today. Palmer played six Ryder Cups for the United States, captaining the team to victory in 1975. This extract, from Behind the Ryder Cup: The Players’ Stories, sees ‘The King’ arrive in signature style at the 1967 Ryder Cup in Houston. It also reveals an unlikely wager in the 1967 competition, in which Palmer pulled off a tremendous comeback in the fourball matches to win a handmade clock from Jackie Burke.

Extract from Behind the The Ryder Cup: The Players’ Stories 

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Arnold Palmer: My troubled relationship with Ben Hogan began when my pal Dow Finsterwald arranged for us to team up and play with Hogan and Jackie Burke in a practise round before the 1958 Masters. I had a bone-wearying midnight drive across South Carolina and I went out on the course that morning and played abysmally. A little while afterward, as we were changing in the club locker room, I heard Ben Hogan remark to Jackie, ‘Tell me something, Jackie. How the hell did Palmer get an invitation to the Masters?’

That really stung me. I’ll never know if Hogan knew I overheard the comment. But he certainly was aware that I was nearby and could have overheard it. I knew he was probably the most precise shotmaker who ever played the game and no particular fan of my style of play, having once said of my game, ‘Palmer’s swing might work for him, but no one else should try it.’ In any event, the question burned me up and set my mind on showing him why the hell I’d been invited to the Masters. To go on to win it that year was quite something.

Johnny Pott: Hogan was a totally different captain than Byron Nelson had been. Byron wrote us a letter every week and kept us informed and all that. Byron was very outgoing and kept us abreast of everything that was happening. And maybe that had been because we were going to England for the 1965 matches. But we really never did hear much from Hogan, except we knew from our correspondence from the PGA that he definitely was going to be there.

We were told to arrive in Houston on the Monday of Ryder Cup week. There were ten players on the team, and we were told to be there on Monday for a practise round. Normally, what we would do was play two fivesomes. Well, we were getting ready to play about ten o’clock and Arnold Palmer hadn’t arrived. Hogan goes around to everyone and asks, ‘Where is Arnold Palmer?’ Somebody said, ‘Well, he’s not here yet. We haven’t seen him.’ Hogan says, ‘I’m gonna wait a little while. I really want us all to play in two fivesomes, and I’d like to see how you guys are playing.’ About a half hour later, Arnold buzzed us at Champions in his jet. He flew by about five hundred feet above the ground, made some funny turns and all that kind of stuff. Hogan looks up and says, ‘Oh, there’s Arnold Palmer, huh?’ There’s an airport in the vicinity of Champions where Arnold landed, and I think Arnie got a citation from the FAA for buzzing the golf course. But that’s another story.

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Arnold Palmer arrives at the course by his private plane.

Arnold shows up and he walks out on the practise tee hitching his pants, and you know how Arnold is, and he says, ‘Hey, Ben, what ball are we playing?’ Hogan says, ‘Well, Mr Palmer, when you make the team, I’ll let you know.’ He was pretty hot at Arnold for not being there with the rest of us.

Peter Alliss: That was the first time we saw Arnold Palmer in his jet plane. He zoomed over the course and got a telling off from Ben Hogan for behaving badly. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, flying over the course?’ He had got Henry Longhurst and Pat Ward-Thomas, two journalists, up with him, giving them a ride around in his new jet. It was revolutionary, his new plane. It was all very exciting. I remember Arnold’s plane had gone zooming round and suddenly there was a little bi-plane that came across, obviously a flying club plane, and somebody said, ‘That’s the caddies arriving!’ It was quite funny.

Hogan couldn’t believe Arnold had pulled that stunt. We couldn’t believe that a golfer had his own plane!

Arnold Palmer: I loved it, that was my thing – I loved flying my plane.

Jack Burke Jnr: Palmer went to Hogan and said, ‘Are we gonna play the little ball or the big ball?’ – because we had an option in those days to play the English ball or the American ball. And Hogan said, ‘Fella, I’ll tell you when I tell you if you’ve made the team.’ Palmer never did like that.

Arnold Palmer: The thing I remember about Hogan was that he never called me by my name. It was always, ‘Hey, fella!’ He was pretty standoffish. He wasn’t a real friendly guy. His friends were Burke and Demaret and as far as I knew those were his best buddies. Demaret always kidded with him and talked to him a lot, wasn’t intimidated by him.

Ben Hogan: If Jimmy Demaret had concentrated on golf as much as laughing and making people laugh, he might have won more tournaments. Of course, I wouldn’t have liked him as much.

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The fourballs on the second day really showed the difference in class between the two teams as the US won seven matches outright, with the only blight (if it can be called that) on their record being the halved match between Littler and Geiberger with the resolute Jacklin and Thomas. 

Julius Boros: I was playing with Arnold Palmer against George Will and Hugh Boyle in the Saturday afternoon fourball, and at the halfway point we were down by four. So I turned to Arnold and I said, ‘I’ve heard about these famous charges of yours. Let me see you get out of this one with one of ’em.’ Arnie was so used to challenging himself, he was surprised when he was challenged by someone else. So he said, ‘You follow me.’ I did, and I’m a son of a gun if he didn’t pull that damn match out the bag. We won one-up.

Arnold Palmer: Julius Boros and I were getting trounced early in the fourball matches against Hugh Boyle and George Will when I glanced up and saw Jackie Burke looking on. Jackie was the host professional at Champions and a long-time friend who loved to pull my chain whenever he could.

‘Well, Palmer,’ he drawled slyly as we walked off the green where Julius and I had gone three down. ‘Looks like you two have gotten yourselves into a real mess.’

I glanced at him as if I had no idea what he was talking about. ‘What do you mean, Jackie?’

He grimaced. ‘I mean, I don’t think even you will be able to get your team out of this one.’

‘Jackie,’ I replied, ‘I’m sorry you don’t have any faith in us.’

‘Sorry. Not this time,’ he said.

‘Well, if that’s the case,’ I proposed thoughtfully, ‘you wouldn’t care to put a little something on it, would you?’

Now the old rascal smiled. ‘I tell you what. If you somehow get out of this mess and win this match, I’ll make you a clock.’

‘A clock?’ I asked.

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Peter Alliss

‘Not just any clock,’ he added. ‘A beautiful handmade clock.’ So a clock it was. On the very next hole, Julius and I started a charge and went on to secure a come-from-behind one-up victory. That momentum propelled us through the rest of the weekend. I won five matches, gave the Brits a joyride in my airplane that brought the wrath of the FAA down on my head and scored five points, contributing to one of the largest American margins of victory in the history of the Ryder Cup. That handmade clock, incidentally, which has the twelve letters of my name where the numbers usually are, sits on a shelf in my office workshop. That’s a place very special to me – the place I really love to go and work on clubs and be alone with my thoughts. So it’s only fitting the clock is there, reminding me of a wonderful moment in my playing career and how much fun it was to take that clock out of Jackie Burke’s hands.

Going into the singles, the US held a 13–3 advantage. Over the course of the two sessions they once again demonstrated their outstanding abilities to finish the third day’s play 10½–5½. The final overall score of 23½–8½ was the largest margin of victory ever posted in Ryder Cup history.

Behind the Ryder Cup: The Players’ Stories is available online and in all good bookshops.

‘Lammas’: A new story in the ‘1588: A Calendar of Crime’ series

At the beginning of August we published a new short story in the 1588: A Calendar of Crime series by Shirley McKay called Lammas.

LammasAbout this short story:
Lammas day, a day of celebration for some. Elspet, a serving girl at the harbour inn has been told for years by the inn’s owner, Walter Bone, that she is ugly and that no man will ever want her. Then, after years of being shut away from the world she unexpectedly catches the attention of a young labourer and realises she has been lied to all these years. She meets her lover in secret at the Lammas day fair, but her dalliances do not go unnoticed . . .

Hew Cullan finds himself retained by a man with a mind for murder. Walter Bone makes clear his intent to kill Elspet’s lover, and seeks Hew’s help to ensure his will is upheld when he is inevitably hanged for the act. But his jealousy has unexpected consequences. When Elspet disappears without a trace several innocent fair-goers and patrons are dragged into a web of suspicion, rumour and accusation. It falls to Hew to unravel the twisted threads and figure out the truth of the matter.

What is Lammas:
In some English-speaking countries in the Northern Hemisphere, 1 August is Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, “loaf-mass”), the festival of the wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church a loaf made from the new crop, which began to be harvested at Lammastide.

The loaf was blessed, and in Anglo-Saxon England it might be employed afterwards to work magic: a book of Anglo-Saxon charms directed that the lammas bread be broken into four bits, which were to be placed at the four corners of the barn, to protect the garnered grain.

In many parts of England, tenants were bound to present freshly harvested wheat to their landlords on or before the first day of August. In the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, where it is referred to regularly, it is called “the feast of first fruits”. The blessing of first fruits was performed annually in both the Eastern and Western Churches on the first or the sixth of August (the latter being the feast of the Transfiguration of Christ).

Lammas has coincided with the feast of St. Peter in Chains, commemorating St. Peter’s miraculous deliverance from prison, but in the liturgical reform of 1969, the feast of St. Alphonsus Liguori was transferred to this day, the day of St. Alphonsus’ death.

Shirley McKayAbout the author:
Shirley McKay was born in Tynemouth but now lives with her family in Fife. At the age of fifteen she won the Young Observer playwriting competition, her play being performed at the Royal Court Theatre Upstairs. She went on to study English and Linguistics at the University of St Andrews before attending Durham University for postgraduate study in Romantic and seventeenth century prose. She was shortlisted for the CWA Debut Dagger and has wowed crime fiction fans since then with the Hew Cullen mysteries over five novels, Hue & Cry, Fate & Fortune, Time & Tide, Friend & Foe and Queen & Country. Her fantastic blend of page-turning whodunit with intriguing historical detail — often incorporating real life figures — continues to win her an army of fans.

You can get your hands on a copy of the eBook here.