![]() ![]() It is exactly the excitement she sought when leaving Orkney, but inevitably the party ceases to be fun. Eager to leave at age 18, Liptrot spent the next decade in London, the antithesis of her bucolic home in the north, transforming herself into a party girl of the Hackney district, a place where “it felt like the perpetual last day of a festival.” The term most central to Liptrot and this gorgeous debut, its guiding symbol and title, is “the outrun,” a stretch of uncultivated hillside land at “the furthest reaches of a farm, only semi-tamed, where domestic and wild animals coexist and humans don’t often visit so spirit people are free to roam.” It is in these wild pastures where Liptrot and her brother grew up with their bipolar father and very religious mother on their family sheep farm. The place Liptrot uneasily calls home is an enchanted, windswept, salt-scoured archipelago where the northern lights are known as Merry Dancers and “lambing” is both a season and a verb. $25.95.Īmy Liptrot begins her memoir with a glossary: In the Orkney Islands of far northern Scotland, seals are called selkies cattle are kye and the fog rolling in from the sea goes by the evocative haar. ![]()
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