Jamaica, 1968: Erna Mullings’ life is near perfect, living in a remote village with her beloved grandparents. That is, until the day her three younger siblings are torn from the family home and taken to London to live with their biological father. Now, the world that Erna knows is set to change irrevocably.
A compelling coming-of-age novel based on the author’s own experiences, The Day I Fell Off My Island is engrossing, courageous and psychologically insightful. Uniquely it bears witness to life Erna’s life in Jamaica as well as her new life in London.
Yvonne Bailey-Smith writes with great warmth and humanity about reluctant immigration and the relationship between children and the people who parent them. Hers is a story of estrangement, transition and, ultimately, the triumph of resilience and hope.
A psychotherapist and former social worker, she explains:
‘As an immigrant child, I often wished that someone had been able to take me aside and explain to me that leaving everything I knew to go on a so-called adventure to somewhere way beyond my imagination was going to cause me an unimaginable sense of loss and sadness. I also wish that the same person had been there to reassure me that I would survive and even flourish, given half a chance.’
The richest, and most unusual, feature of the novel, is that the dialogue is written in Jamaican patois... It’s a bold stylistic decision, which draws you into a different way of life – one that is bright and vivacious, but also God-fearing and bound by a tight social etiquette… Though terrible things do happen in it,The Day I Fell Off My Island is a kind and forgiving novel… The book is threaded through with social issues that its author has encountered in more than 40 years as a social worker and psychotherapist: mental illness, domestic violence and, of course, the corrosive results of racism, but she was determined not to make Erna a helpless victim.
A beautiful read guaranteed to make you smile and bring a lump to the throat with its astute observations.
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An evocative picture of a childhood in Jamaica, full of detail and atmosphere, enriched by the use of Jamaican patois... This immersive coming-of-age novel has themes of family, abuse, racism, mental illness and loss threaded through its pages.
Using her own experience of being an immigrant child as the backbone of her story, Bailey-Smith takes readers into the heart and mind of a girl whose experiences across the years shape her in ways she could never have imagined. It’s a compelling coming-of-age tale, written with wisdom, emotion and sincerity.
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Most of the coverage will focus on how the author is the mother of Zadie Smith, but this story of a young Jamaican girl forced by circumstance to join family in England has more than enough to succeed in its own right. An absorbing insight into the sense of loss that immigration can invoke.
The gift of storytelling runs deep for Yvonne Bailey-Smith who has crafted this beautiful coming of age story. Through her writing you are at once transported to a world and time almost forgotten and a generation whose voices and experiences are seldom heard. Thank you, Yvonne, for this timely novel.
Maureen A. Bryan, founder of the Voice of a Woman
With the assurance of a born storyteller, Yvonne Bailey-Smith crafts an irresistible narrative of family and community. Skillfully rewriting the familiar plot of immigrant trauma, she illuminates the complexities of claiming home between and within worlds of difference.
Yvonne Bailey-Smith’s prose, without ostentation and pretension, brims with the pleasure of a story well-told, and with the command of a writer who is comfortable moving between the many registers of Jamaican English. The Day I Fell Off My Island is an engrossing meditation on home, its elusiveness for the immigrant, and its constant presence as a cypher and conundrum. In the end she reminds us, with skill and grace, that home resides in the way we recover our sense of self through the invention of memory.
Beautiful, evocative and powerfully engaging. I loved this book.
Yvonne Bailey-Smith is a natural storyteller. This story is addictive, full of vices, feuding families, love, trauma, despair – all the things that make a colossal bestseller. I hope everyone will buy it.
A novel that will enlighten everyone about the experience of migration, and particularly what some of those from the Windrush generation may have been through.
Luke Daniels, President of Caribbean Labour Solidarity
Claire Armitstead in The Observer
24 May 2021
As she joins the family business, the author tells how her career in healthcare and her own early life informed her debut novel, The Day I Fell Off My Island.
Ben, who is also a rapper and actor, just happens to be launching his first children’s novel at the same time, so – barring a sudden return to lockdown – they will be making a joint appearance at the Edinburgh book festival, she says, happily. Her own novel is called The Day I Fell Off My Island and, without being purely autobiographical, it gives some idea of how it all began. It’s the story of a young girl of a similar age to herself who travelled to England at the age of 14 – as she did – to be reunited with her mother and younger siblings, after spending her early childhood in Jamaica, being brought up by her grandparents.
It’s a story familiar to many Caribbean migrants of her generation, which is precisely why she wanted to address it. “Children often had to be left with grandparents while parents migrated, and they sometimes found it very difficult to rebuild that relationship with their parents, as I certainly did,” she says. “Because of this history, when you hear about Caribbean grandparents, they’re always nearly always perfect, and of course, in reality, they’re not all perfect, so I also wanted to play with that idea.”
The richest, and most unusual, feature of the novel, is that the dialogue of the first half, before Erna is bundled off to “Hingland”, is written in Jamaican patois which – Bailey-Smith points out – is not pidgin but a language in its own right, with roots in English, Spanish and African languages. It’s a bold stylistic decision, which draws you into a different way of life – one that is bright and vivacious, but also God-fearing and bound by a tight social etiquette. Grandma believes in tough love. “Wa mek yuh call de Lard’s name out in vain?” she demands, when Erna prays for a dress like her sister’s. “Duppy gwaan juk yuk or sinting?”
It was a decision that necessitated two years of practice, via regular telephone sessions with fellow Jamaican expatriates, one in the UK and one in Canada – though this assiduous homework didn’t prevent a last-minute panic when a professor from the University of the West Indies spotted some spelling mistakes. “It had already been typeset but we had to call it back, because it’s a proper language so it absolutely had to be right,” she says.
The first public inkling that Bailey-Smith was a writer came in 2019 with an extract from the novel in the landmark anthology New Daughters of Africa, among writing by 200 women of African descent. “I had no idea that this was a moment for black writers,” she says. “I just wrote my book. While I was writing I didn’t read anything, because I really wanted my own unique voice to come through. And that’s the honest truth.”
Though terrible things do happen in it, The Day I Fell Off My Island is a kind and forgiving novel – a little too forgiving in some respects, according to Zadie, when she was finally allowed to read the manuscript. “I was terrified of giving it to her, and she was terrified of reading it,” says Bailey-Smith. “When she thought something didn’t work, she’d just say: ‘That’s a little on the nose. I think you need to do some more work on it.’” The book is threaded through with social issues that its author has encountered in more than 40 years as a social worker and psychotherapist: mental illness, domestic violence and, of course, the corrosive results of racism, but she was determined not to make Erna a helpless victim.
Her own London schooldays were a lot easier than Erna’s she says, “though, whilst I suffered no racism that I am able to recall at the hands of my peers and also found my teachers very amenable, I did find the careers mistress to be less than enthusiastic.” University was never suggested as a possibility. “Was that racism? I don’t honestly know. I think it was more that she had no understanding of the capabilities of a teen who hadn’t that long arrived from the Caribbean, which was weird to me, because, apart from maths and geography, I was way ahead of my English peers. And of course, the narratives about Caribbean kids and education in 1970s England were awful, particularly for boys, who were being sent off to so-named ESN [educationally sub-normal] schools in huge numbers.”
It wasn’t something she could discuss with her mother, who worked “as a sort of nursing orderly” in a hospital, while her father toiled away in a car factory. “Mum has never really talked about the impact of racism on her and now, at 90 years old, she doesn’t say much about anything. She just worked really hard to pay for the rather large house that she had purchased to house her children. I feel very much that I stand on her shoulders.”
On leaving school Bailey-Smith embarked on the life of a perpetual student, fitting a string of qualifications around marriage and motherhood at the age of 21, while doing youth work with kids who were barely younger than her. “I was surprised how cross some of these young black people were,” she says, “so way back then, I became very interested in how young migrant children were experiencing their lives in the new country.” Writing about it was always in the back of her mind, but, until resigning from her full-time job in the NHS three years ago, she didn’t have time.
It would be hard to think of a higher-achieving family, one more finely knitted into the social and cultural fabric of the UK, yet the breaking of the Windrush scandal in 2017 triggered a deep distress at all the petty injustices she had suffered along the way. “Yes, it was very triggering for me,” she says, “as it reminded me of the racism I and others faced on an almost daily basis on the streets of London and that awful feeling that one did not belong.”
Shockingly, when she retired from the NHS and was offered a part-time role as psychotherapist in a mother and baby unit, she found herself having to prove that she had the right to live and work in the UK. “The gap between me leaving my full-time role and taking up the part-time one was a single month, and I had to produce all kinds of documents to prove my eligibility to work,” she sighs.
The indignity was compounded when she arrived at a hospital A&E, with a suspected broken thumb, to find she had to wait while the administrators checked that she had a right to treatment. “Of course I knew that they were only implementing government policy but, given that pretty much all my adult life I have legitimately worked within social services and the NHS, I felt personally very hurt and very discriminated against.”
At heart, though, she is a creative optimist, who sings in a reggae choir, fills her garden with bougainvillaea-bright azaleas, and commands the streets of London on her bicycle. She was never going to allow Erna to be dragged down by the injustices around her. “I didn’t want her to be a victim,” she says, firmly. She slightly regrets not giving her character a proper love affair, but concludes that she will just have to wait for the sequel.