“Is it historical fiction or delirious fantasy? David Greig’s shimmering, blood-spattered The Book of I begins in beautiful weather with a Viking killing spree. The year is 825 and the Northmen, led by Helgi Cleanshirt, have sailed to I, a remote island modeled on Iona in Scotland’s Inner Hebrides... Mr. Greig deftly develops this unusual sanctuary, where paganism and Christianity coexist in harmony—where the wolf lives in peace with the lamb... gruesome, exciting... I haven’t read many books that are at once so murderous and so breezily cheerful.”
Read the full review in the Wall Street Journal.
