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The Keeper

The Keeper

The Keeper is the story of two generations of duty obsessed lighthouse keepers spending their lives in frightening isolation.
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Title: The Keeper
Author: Marguerite Poland
Genre: Novel
Publisher: The Penguin Group (South Africa)
Cape Town, South Africa 2014
ISBN 9780143539032 / ISBN 978-0-14-353903-2
Softcover, 14 x 22 cm, 192 pages

Description:

The Keeper is a novel of two generations of lighthouse keepers, men obsessed by their duty to the light, and the wives who accompany them into a life of frightening isolation: When the call came, Maisie Beukes was alone in the keeper's quarters. Cecil had already gone on duty even though it was only five o'clock. The call, she knew, would be from the Signal Office in the port. It should have been no different from any other routine call - to relay messages, to list supplies needed, to send news, to report on the light. The sole link with the outside world. Island to shore, lighthouse to lighthouse through the medium of the signalman's radio phone. One lighthouse on its barren, bird-raddled plateau - the most forlorn in the world - the other at the edge of a city. That afternoon, a black southeaster blowing, the static was intense. It was difficult to make out the words. Even after years of coaxing the radio-telephone and learning to interpret its sudden startling squeals and plummets - sea echoes, wind shear - Maisie could decipher little. 'Hello? Can you hear me?' shouted the signalman. 'On and off!' she yelled. 'There's been an accident in the lighthouse on the island. They need a doctor.' 'What happened?' The static crackled again. Maisie turned towards the window to look out at the bay as if, in doing so, she could make the distance smaller, gaze the voice into existence at the distant port. It was no day for a boat to be out. There were white horses right to the horizon. 'Who needs the doctor?' 'Mr Harker,' shouted the signalman. 'He fell down the tower.' [...]


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