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From “a writer of remarkable gifts,” “Borges with emotional weight, comes a tale that is at once a fantastical historical mystery, a haunting love story, and a glimpse into the uncanny—the quest for a long-lost book detailing the animals left off Noah’s Ark.

Xeno Atlas grows up in the Bronx, his Sicilian grandmother’s strange stories of animal spirits his only escape from the legacy of his mother’s early death and his stern father’s long ...
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From “a writer of remarkable gifts,” “Borges with emotional weight, comes a tale that is at once a fantastical historical mystery, a haunting love story, and a glimpse into the uncanny—the quest for a long-lost book detailing the animals left off Noah’s Ark.

Xeno Atlas grows up in the Bronx, his Sicilian grandmother’s strange stories of animal spirits his only escape from the legacy of his mother’s early death and his stern father’s long absences as a common seaman. Shunted off to an isolated boarding school, with his father’s activities abroad and the source of his newfound wealth grown increasingly mysterious, Xeno turns his early fascination with animals into a personal obsession: his search for the Caravan Bestiary. This medieval text, lost for eight hundred years, supposedly details the animals not granted passage on the Ark—griffins, hippogriffs, manticores, and basilisks—the vanished remnants of a lost world sometimes glimpsed in the shadowy recesses of our own.

Xeno’s quest takes him from the tenements of New York to the jungles of Vietnam to the ancient libraries of Europe—but it is only by riddling out his own family secrets that he can hope to find what he is looking for. A story of panoramic scope and intellectual suspense, The Bestiary is ultimately a tale of heartbreak and redemption.

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Editorial Reviews

Ron Charles
Christopher is doing something strange here—and tantalizing…The key to this strange novel's allure may be its tantalizing blend of tones: melancholic one moment and a little ridiculous the next. "In a world of infinite metamorphoses," Xeno asks, "who can cleanly separate the fantastical from the commonplace? Who would want to?" Christopher captures that adolescent thrill of falling into the mythological world and finding our deepest fears and desires embodied—alive, frightening and fantastic.
—The Washington Post
Ligaya Mishan
A literary omnivore, Nicholas Christopher is versed in classical lore and pulp fiction, and his novels, at their best, are a thrilling amalgam of the two: erudite, lyrical and breathlessly paced. In what may be a sly wink at The Da Vinci Code, his latest effort concerns a medieval manuscript with a whiff of heresy, suppressed and possibly destroyed by order of the pope. But the story that unfolds features neither murderous monks nor ritual orgies. Here we're in the hands of a different kind of writer, and his language is primarily that of fable…Unlike Christopher's previous novels, The Bestiary merely teeters on the edge of fantasy. Nothing that happens in the book is technically impossible; even the transformation of Xeno's grandmother into a red fox at the moment of her death can be seen as the delusion of a grieving child. Everything is simply a little larger than life, and all the more interesting for it.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

In Christopher's magical fifth novel, a sympathetic history teacher takes an interest in quiet, studious Xeno Atlas, who has developed a burning interest in real and imaginary animals. "I first heard of the Caravan Bestiarywhen I was fifteen years old, and it changed the course of my life," Xeno declares. The young man undertakes a quest to find the ancient manuscript, which describes animals left off Noah's Ark (including the "Catoblepas," a white bird with divining powers) and was assumed lost many years ago. The search entails an around-the-world journey, wherein Xeno learns the answers to long-standing family mysteries, uncovers a wealth of lost knowledge and finds true love with his best friend's sister, the lovely Lena Moretti. Christopher (A Trip to the Stars) also saddles his protagonist with a dead mother; a mysterious, perpetually grieving, peripatetic father; a shape-shifting shamanistic grandmother; and a lonely, troubled childhood. His evocative prose yields a narrative loaded with fascinating arcana and intriguing characters. (July)

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Library Journal
Xeno loved animals as a kid, so perhaps it's not surprising that as an adult he becomes determined to track down a lost medieval text about animals that never made it onto Noah's Ark. From the esteemed author of novels like A Trip to the Stars. Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Christopher's smart, entertaining fifth novel (Franklin Flyer, 2002, etc.) is a marvelous hybrid of intellectual quest and well-plotted adventure. Xeno Atlas's mother died at his birth; his seafaring father, usually absent, is frosty during rare visits. Xeno is reared in 1950s New York by his maternal grandmother, with help from an Albanian housekeeper. He finds a second home in the casual, crowded household of his friend, animal-obsessed Bruno Moretti, and develops a crush on Bruno's younger sister Lena. When the grandmother dies, Xeno's father exiles his 13-year-old son to boarding school in Maine. It's there that the boy hears of the legendary Caravan Bestiary, "a compilation of all the animals lost in the Great Flood." These are Noah's rejects, marvelous, monstrous hybrids like the basilisk, chimera and phoenix; the nine-tailed fox, a trickster that can assume any human shape; the gullinbursti, a wild boar forged of gold. Long fascinated by his grandmother's stories of mythical creatures (including a Sicilian ancestor said to be a wood sprite), Xeno decides to find the Caravan Bestiary. Helped by a teacher, he learns that scholars traced this remarkable book's whereabouts to 13th-century Rhodes, but there the trail went cold. He spends the next 15 years tracking the bestiary from Hawaii to Paris, Venice, Philadelphia and Crete, interrupted only by a terrifying stint as a soldier in Vietnam. Christopher deftly intertwines this quest with Xeno's effort to decipher his family history. The result is a coming-of-age tale richly decorated, but not over-gilded, with animal lore and history. Only a slightly hokey romance toward the end strikes an off-key note. A literary thriller inwhich-unusually-neither "literary" nor "thriller" seems an afterthought. Agent: Anne Sibbald/Janklow & Nesbit Associates
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“Smart, entertaining ... a marvelous hybrid of intellectual quest and well-plotted adventure.... A literary thriller in which—unusually—neither “literary” nor “thriller” seems an afterthought.”—Kirkus Reviews

“The novel's greatest pleasures might lie in its esoterica, its fascinating trips down side paths of the fantastic.” —Columbus Dispatch

“A fascinating blend of the bibliophile quest novel merged with romance, intrigue and fantasy.”—Seattle Times

“Fascinating ... an old-fashioned quest.... Christopher is a compelling storyteller and writer.”—Boston Globe

“Magical and melancholy ... richly drawn .”—Washington Post Book World

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440337041
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/26/2007
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 543 KB

Meet the Author

Nicholas Christopher is the author of four previous novels, The Soloist, Veronica, A Trip to the Stars, and Franklin Flyer, eight books of poetry, and a book about film noir, Somewhere in the Night. He lives in New York City.

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The Bestiary

By Nicholas Christopher

The Dial Press

Copyright © 2007 Nicholas Christopher
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385337366


The first beast I laid eyes on was my father.

At all hours his roars reverberated, breaking into my sleep, rattling the windows. When he entered my doorway, he filled it. That was my earliest impression: he was bigger than the door. And he came from far away, smelling of the sea, snow fringing his thick coat and woolen cap.

We lived in four dark rooms. I shared a room with an old woman, my mother’s mother. My father slept in the room across the hall, tossing on the rusty box springs, snoring loudly. He was a restless sleeper, getting up many times in the night, his footfall heavy on the creaking boards. Then there was the kitchen, a low-ceilinged room with a black stove and a round table where my grandmother fed me.

When shadows moved through those rooms, brushing my skin like mist, I could hear their subtlest workings. Sound was my primary sense. The world seemed to be coming to me through my ears. Water trickling through wall pipes, steam knocking in the radiator, a mouse scratching, a fly buzzing. In sleep my grandmother’s breathing was punctuated by a whistle from the gap in her teeth. Everything else out of her mouth was a whisper. She whispered to me continuously, as she must once have whispered to my mother.

I believe my grandmother was telling me things, and when I came tounderstand words, they were already embedded in my consciousness. Dates, names, places that could not have arrived there by any other route. My grandmother’s history, my mother’s—the story of their lives, which I had just entered, a character in my own right.

My mother died in childbirth.

That was when my father began to roar. In my first year, this was how I knew him. Then one day he fell silent, as if he had dived into a deep pool inside himself from which, in my presence at least, he never truly emerged.

There was a dog and a cat. The first nonhuman beasts I would know. The dog was my grandmother’s. He was a German shepherd, black with a tan muzzle, named Re. He slept at the entrance to my room, like a sentry.

The cat had no name. She was orange, with white stripes and golden eyes. When she came to the windowsill from the fire escape, my grandmother fed her kitchen scraps. Sometimes the cat curled up beside me and slept. I remember her warmth, her small breath on my arm, the ticking of her tail against my ribs.

At night my grandmother held and rocked me, stroking my head or singing a lullaby. Her own bed felt far away in the darkness, like a ship across a deep harbor. Mostly I was alone, the window to my left, the door before me, the ceiling overhead lined with plaster cracks—a map of some nonexistent place I studied.

A part of us never leaves the first room we occupy. Everything I was to hear, see, or feel first took shape in that room. It was a world—with landmarks, climate, a population—splintered infinitesimally off the bigger world. The air was dark blue. It moved. Was ruled by currents. Ripples. Fevers of motions.

I felt the spirits of animals. In the instants of entering or leaving sleep I caught glimpses of them: an upturned snout, a lizard eye, a glinting talon, the flash of a wing. Hooves kicked up sparks by my cheek. Fur bristled. Teeth clicked. I heard pants. Howls. Plaintive cries.

And at dawn they were gone.

The first imaginary animal I ever saw leapt out at me from my father’s back. He was shirtless, shaving in a cloud of steam with the bathroom door open, when I came up behind him. Inked in blues and reds—with flashes of yellow—the tattoo looked alive, undulating with every movement of my father’s muscles, from his shoulders to his waist.

It was a sea serpent. A long scaly body with a horse’s head. Flaming mane, fiery tail fin, bared fangs, glowing eyes. A terrifying hybrid. It was surfacing through cresting waves, beneath clouds torn by lightning, with foam streaming off its back.

I cried out, and my father wheeled around, shaving cream on his chin and his razor frozen in midair. Kneeling down, he patted my cheek and reassured me that there was nothing to fear. I didn’t agree. To this day, it is the most fearsome tattoo I’ve ever seen.

“It scares away evil spirits when I’m at sea,” he said.

To me, it was an evil spirit.

My father was the man who shoveled coal into the furnace on a freighter. His name was Theodore. His hands were huge, his arms and shoulders knotted like wood. His back so solid it had once bent a knife blade when he was jumped in an alley. He had black eyes, curly black hair, and a thick, close-cropped beard. His eyebrows met above his hooked nose. He wore a heavy medallion on a chain around his neck. When I first saw images of pirates in a picture book, I thought this was what he must be.

Usually he was away for two months at a time. When he came home, even after he had bathed every day for a week, the coal dust still adhered to his hair, his skin, his breath. He would be talking and a black wisp would trail the end of a sentence.

Ports he visited in one year alone: Hamburg, Marseilles, Singapore, Murmansk, Caracas, Montevideo, Sydney. He sailed through the Panama and Suez canals, around Cape Horn and through the Strait of Magellan. He followed the equator across the Indian Ocean from the Seychelles to the Maldives.

Sometimes he sent a postcard from a foreign port. Only one of these has survived, yellowed and crumpled: a tinted photograph of the open-air fish market in the harbor at Tangier. Rows of sardines gleaming silver on rickety carts. The sun casting webbed shadows through the nets hung to dry. A man in a kaftan beating the ink from squid on the seawall. As a boy, I could almost smell the harbor. From the stamp on the other side a man in a red fez gazed out severely. My father’s laborious print, in watery ink, turned pale brown over the years. He was a man of few words, written or otherwise.

Arrived Friday, leave Tuesday for Alexandria. Raining. —Theodore Atlas

His name signed in full. The card addressed to “Atlas,” and then our street address.

His parents, married as teenagers, had emigrated from Crete. Their village was perched in the mountains of the interior, amid jagged cliffs, deep ravines, and pine forests. Its inhabitants were like the man Odysseus was told to watch for when he traveled to remote lands carrying an oar—a man who, never having set eyes on the sea, would ask him if the oar was a winnowing fan. These Cretans were farmers and goatherds who never ventured more than ten miles from the houses in which they had been born and would die. My grand- parents were an exception.

They settled in the Bronx and died before my father turned sixteen, his mother of diphtheria, his father in an accident on the docks. Like me, my father was an only child, and he had no other relatives in America. Having to support himself suddenly, he dropped out of school. Already over six feet, he could pass for eighteen. He might have become a stevedore, like his father, but instead went to sea, signing on to a freighter flying the Colombian flag, bound for Lisbon.

He had only seen the Atlantic from Jones Beach and Far Rockaway. Just as his ancestors had lived within a tight radius of their village, he had rarely left the South Bronx and only once—a week in the Catskills—been out of New York City. The open sea stunned him. His father had told him that only the sky above the mountains in Crete was bluer, so close to the mountaintops you could reach it by scaling the tallest tree. My father claimed to have done just that on his first visit to his parents’ village, several years after I was born—the most expansive statement I ever heard him make.

Still, however, nothing he ever said or did in those days compared in scope to his tattoo. I never really got used to it. And I never forgot that it was there, so at odds with the drab inexpensive clothing that covered it.

When I asked my father about it one day, he told me he had been tattooed in Osaka, Japan. He said he was twenty-five years old at the time. Which meant my mother had lived with it. I wondered what she thought when she saw it for the first time—if it frightened her, too—and how she felt sleeping beside it at night. Even among Japanese sailors this particular tattoo was uncommon. The image was so ferocious that many regarded it as a challenge to the sea gods, which could as easily provoke as appease them.

I encountered the tattoo twice more in my life. The first time was on the docks in Tokyo, where I was boarding a ferry. Three young Japanese sailors, shirtless in the afternoon sun, were awaiting a dinghy that would return them to their ship. One of them turned into the wind to light a cigarette, and there was the sea serpent on his back, vividly colored. I stopped and stared, moving on only when the sailors stared back.


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His mother dead and his stern seaman father largely absent, Xeno Atlas lives a quiet life in a Bronx apartment with his maternal grandmother, who captivates Xeno with tales of the abundant animal spirits she sees around her. Nurtured on these fantastical stories, Xeno’s fascination with animals grows, and later develops into an obsessive quest for a lost medieval manuscript entitled the Caravan Bestiary. In its pages, a vanished world is rumored to be described–that of mythical creatures denied entrance onto Noah’s Ark before the Great Flood. Xeno travels the earth in search of the Caravan Bestiary and the mysteries it holds, but realizes that only by unlocking his family’s many secrets he will discover what he is truly seeking.

In The Bestiary, acclaimed novelist Nicholas Christopher (“A superbly lyrical and descriptive writer.”–New York Times Book Review) creates a vivid tale of ethereal intrigue and intellectual mystery, entwined with a nuanced love story. The questions below are intended to assist your reading group’s discussion of this unforgettable novel.

1. Before you started reading The Bestiary, what did you know about the fable of Noah and the Ark? Did The Bestiary change your perception of this legend? What are some parallels between The Bestiary and the Noah’s Ark parable?

2. Xeno tells us that his name, derived from Latin, means “gift.” His father claims that in Greek, “xenos” means “stranger.” Are either of these meanings an accurate description of Xeno?

3. The book opens with this line from Xeno: “The first beast I laid eyes on was my father.” Discuss Xeno’s father. What was behind his remoteness?

4. What did you think of Xeno’s grandmother? Why did she have such a profound influence on him, even years after her death?

5. In Chapter One, Xeno believes he witnesses his grandmother become a fox. In Chapter Two, he encounters an actual fox in the woods, and recalls a monks’ proverb: “The fox can leave tracks in one direction while traveling in another,” (page 83). Are these two events connected? What does the monks’ saying mean? On what other occasions does Xeno see (or think he sees) a fox?

6. Water is a recurrent symbol in The Bestiary. Discuss some instances where water is prominent, and their significance. What are other symbols employed in the novel?

7. Xeno’s grandmother “talked about the animals she saw embodied in other people,” (page 14). What kinds of animals would you associate with the main characters?

8. Did it surprise you that Lena became a radical animal-rights activist? And Bruno, a celebrated academic? Is animal cruelty a metaphor for another theme in the book?

9. One might consider Xeno an orphan, as his mother was dead and his father was detached, both physically and emotionally. Who are the surrogate parents that Xeno adopts? How do these people help him?

10. Bears and panthers make multiple appearances throughout the novel, in both physical and figurative forms. What is the relevance of each? Why do you think the author chose these particular animals?

11. Why do you think Xeno longed for Lena throughout his life? Did you expect that he would be reunited with her?

12. What explains Xeno’s obsession with finding The Caravan Bestiary?

13. “Listening to Bruno, I was reminded of my grandmother’s most important gift to me: her belief that we must pursue the beasts of this life, rather than allowing them to pursue us,” (page 229). What are the “beasts” in this statement? How does Xeno confront them?

14. What did you think of the book’s ending?

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    In the Bronx, his mother died when Xeno Atlas was very young and his disciplinarian nomadic father was always grieving at sea. Thus he was raised by his shapeshifting Sicilian grandmother, who told him stories of animal spirits that excited him. At fifteen at boarding school, Xeno learns of the legendary CARAVAN BESTIARY, a medieval tome that described animals not allowed on Noah¿s Ark the book vanished without a trace eight centuries ago so that today most scholars doubt it ever existed. Xeno believes this ancient text that describes extinct or mythological beasts depending one one¿s perspective exists. Now an adult he begins a quest to find the CARAVAN BESTIARY that describes the pre-flood lost world of griffins, basilisks, Catoblepas, and much more as he journeys to Vietnam, Europe and other places, but Xeno begins to realize his family¿s secrets that he is uncovering hold the answer he seeks. --- The BESTIARY is a terrific coming of age fantasy starring a troubled young man on a quest allegedly to find the missing tome, but in many ways his mission is to find himself. His trek takes him around the world in search of the lost text, but he also learns to love and be loved. Readers will adopt the sympathetic hero as he uncovers his heritage and much more in his most wonderful adventure. --- Harriet Klausner

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