Creation

Creation

by Katherine Govier
     
 

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Running two steps ahead of the bailiff, alternately praised and reviled, John James Audubon set himself the audacious task of drawing, from nature, every bird in North America. The result was his masterpiece, The Birds of America. In June 1833, partway through his mission, he enlisted his son, Captain Bayfield of the Royal Navy, and a party of young gentlemen

Overview

Running two steps ahead of the bailiff, alternately praised and reviled, John James Audubon set himself the audacious task of drawing, from nature, every bird in North America. The result was his masterpiece, The Birds of America. In June 1833, partway through his mission, he enlisted his son, Captain Bayfield of the Royal Navy, and a party of young gentlemen to set sail for nesting grounds no ornithologist had ever seen, in the treacherous passage between Newfoundland and Labrador. Creation explores the short, stormy summer throughout which the captain became the artist's foil, measuring stick, and the recipient of his long-held secrets. It is an exploration of that fateful expedition, a probing and imaginative narrative that fills in a gap in the visionary naturalist's well-documented life.
In this atmospheric and enthralling novel, Katherine Govier tells the story of a man torn between the lies he has lived by and the truth he now needs. Her novel recreates the summer in which "the world's greatest living bird artist" finally understood the paradox embedded in his art: that the act of creation is also an act of destruction.

Author Biography: Katherine Govier is an acclaimed novelist, short-story writer, and journalist, who was born and raised in Alberta, Canada. She has received many honors, among them the Marian Engel Award and the City of Toronto Book Award for her novel Hearts of Flame.

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times
Any gap in the historical record is an invitation, an opportunity for speculation. And in her wily, intricate novel about John James Audubon's 1833 expedition along the northern shores of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, the Canadian writer Katherine Govier has found a gap truly worthy of exploration. … Govier, darting back and forth between Audubon's 1830's travels and the travails of his past, does terrific justice to the man. She may speculate about him, but she also sticks close to the historical record. — Michael Upchurch
The Washington Post
… Govier's Audubon takes such palpable joy in stalking his subjects and capturing their elusive beauty that ultimately the novel is not just a threnody for wild nature but also a paean to the artistic impulse. — Dennis Drabelle
Library Journal
In the summer of 1883, John James Audubon sailed along the harsh, rocky coast of Newfoundland and Labrador as part of his unrelenting quest to find and paint the "birds of America." While Audubon's life is well documented in the scientific literature, details of this particular trip are sparse, thus leaving a blank canvas for Canadian writer Govier, who paints a portrait as stark and as vivid as Audubon's own works. She is unsparing, showing that Audubon was driven to accomplish his goals at the expense of his personal relationships and the very birds that he is preserving in paint; there is a terrible juxtaposition between the beauty of his plates and the process of creation, which included shooting and mounting the birds. In contrast to Audubon is British navy captain Henry Bayfield, engaged in his own painstakingly detailed process of mapping the area's waters. Govier effectively weaves Audubon's correspondence and Bayfield's journals into the narrative, bringing credibility to her tale as she explores the creative process. The resulting novel is both beautiful in its descriptions and unblinkered in its revelations. Highly recommended.-Caroline Hallsworth, City of Greater Sudbury, Ont. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Seeking elusive birds for his great work, John James Audubon sails to the northern reaches of the continent-and begins understanding the possibility of species extinction. In an ambitious and dense effort, Canadian novelist Govier (Going Through the Motions, 1982, etc.) fills in a largely undocumented gap in Audubon's search to document all the birds of North America. Nearing 50, semifamous, financing his research with balky subscriptions for the work in progress, the hugely talented but insecure artist has financed an expedition to Canada's maritimes to find and document the Great Auk and other rare birds. He leaves behind, as always, a domestic mess. His beloved wife Lucy, robbed of income by the needs of her husband's magnum opus, keeps up the homefront, barely clinging to respectability. While Lucy holds off the bailiffs, her husband has been in Charleston, South Carolina, flirting seriously with Maria Martin, an attractive spinster whose superb renderings of American fauna will be mingled with Audubon's avian portraits. Maria is constantly in his thoughts as Audubon sails up the Canadian coast, poking into coves, sinking into bogs, killing the hundreds of birds that will sit for their portraits. He is accompanied by his son Johnny, also a talented painter, and a couple of jovial young naturalists. Also working the waters is Royal Navy Captain Henry Bayfield, who is charting the hideously complex and dangerous coastline, balancing his own demands for perfection against the Admiralty's wish not to spend too much money. The sailor and artist form an odd and prickly friendship, and their awkward tradings of observations and philosophy provide the most compelling moments in thisnecessarily chilly narrative. Bayfield hears rather more than he may want to about Audubon's inner life, but, together, the two men reckon with the dawning idea that the epic slaughter of seemingly inexhaustible wildlife by human intruders will have dire and permanent consequences. Carefully crafted and deeply thoughtful, but not for the casual traveler. Agent: Bruce Westwood/Westwood Creative Artists
From the Publisher
Creation is a tour de force, a finely written historical account that plays, for a serious purpose, with the very nature of historical inquiry and humanity’s place in the natural order. For all its absence of proof, it is a deeply convincing story.” — Maclean's

Creation is an unusual but enticing novel. Tightly constructed, well researched, and written with the élan that Govier always brings to her fiction, it presents the question — is the act of creation also an act of destruction?” — The Sun Times (Owen Sound)

“[Creation] is a marvelous piece of art…. Through a command of period vernacular, astonishing pictorial detail and craftsman-like skill, Govier brings Audubon alive…. Creation is a sprawling novel, teeming with natural abundance, yet delivered in small, intimate scenes…. the reward is deep engagement, the kind that promises a novel a lasting place in the affections of readers.” — The Toronto Star

“Govier has crafted a novel of ideas, inseparably layering the ecological and personal. Redeeming both is that most human commodity, hope. Amid stone and black water, Govier finds an indifferent platform for both our ambitions and our hope.” — The National Post

“In an inventive sleight-of-hand combining fact with fiction, history with myth, Govier spins the story of a man on a relentless quest to tame the untamable…. The book, with its beautiful cover, is meticulously researched, its descriptions of birds, their colours, their song, their habitats, enchanting. And [Govier’s] landscapes are both striking and wonderfully observed: rocky promontories, dark water, glowering skies and the chill splendour of icebergs.” — The London Free Press

“[Govier] spins in Creation an elegiac, entrancing web of fiction that sprawls across time and continents, bringing to life a fascinating time, and portraying a driven, fame-seeking Audubon who’ll stop at nothing to fulfill his dream, the realization of his bird book, in which he has vowed to paint every species in North America from nature…. Everything about Creation is elegant: Govier’s gentle, thoughtful, insightful prose to the physical production of the book itself. Into a small space, that tiny sliver of time and place, Govier has created a universe that abounds with truth.” — The Hamilton Spectator

“What a prize [Govier] has waylaid here…. A romance about book production? Absolutely. After reading a brilliant chapter on an engraver’s efforts to reproduce an image, you’ll never again pick up a book of prints without marveling over what it took to make the images happen for you.” — The Vancouver Sun

“A nutritious and satisfying historical novel that has the courage not to be constrained by the strict historical record…. Govier’s prose is pellucid here and in patches downright luminescent. The book is also auseful gloss on the recent renaissance in Newfoundland writing.” — George Fetherling, Vancouver Sun

“A fascinating read.” — The Edmonton Journal

Creation gives a vivid picture of the geography of coastal Labrador, where nature is beautiful but violent. With its blend of historic fact and brilliantly imagined possibilities, Creation is a striking accomplishment by a skilled novelist.” — Chronicle-Herald (Halifax)

“In Creation, novelist Katherine Govier imagines one summer in the life of John James Audubon. And what an imagination — if the famed bird artist was even half the man Govier paints, he was remarkable indeed…. It’s an enthralling read right from the start…. Fascinating … an adventure-filled tale of a visionary whose revelations on this Canadian journey foretold a future that held destruction and extinction.” — The Daily News (Halifax)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781468303933
Publisher:
The Overlook Press
Publication date:
06/09/2003
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
887,509
File size:
2 MB
Age Range:
18 Years

Read an Excerpt

Goodbye
to Land
Just suppose.

That it is a bright, cold May morning in the year 1833, and two men alight from the stagecoach in a little town on the Maine seacoast.
They are father and son, judging by their flowing chestnut locks and aquiline features, by their matching one-handed swoop off the high step. The older man slings his gun over the shoulder of his fringed jacket; he must be a frontiersman, a hunter. But he has a certain vibrancy, as if his whole body were a violin freshly strung, and his deep, gentle eyes take everything in. The son, of more solid flesh, has a fine-looking pointer at his heels.
They send their luggage on and climb to a vantage point on the granite rocks of Eastport. There is birdsong: the Cardinal’s whistle, the low warble of the Snow Bunting, the trill of the Pine Warbler. Side by side they look over Passamaquoddy Bay. Chunks of ice still float in the harbour among the muffin-shaped islands. They seem to listen to the air, to the wind; they scan the hills with eagle eyes, as if they might coax the spirits of the place out of hiding. At last, the father gestures below. They set off walking toward the harbour.
The schooner Ripley out of Baltimore is not there, but it will arrive any day, says the dray man they accost on the wharf. A certain gentleman has hired it for the season. He plans to sail west and north, around the tip of Nova Scotia, through the Cape of Canso and up into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, and from there up the wild north shore of Labrador where only the fishing boats go. He is a famous gentleman. That is to say the dray man himself has not heard of him, but the newspapers write about him.
What do they say,these newspapers? asks the older man.
Ah, they say that he is a great American and that we ought to be proud. He is a painter of birds. He is making a giant book that will have in it every bird in our land.
But that gentleman is me! exclaims the newcomer, and the three slap their knees and laugh.
* * * * *
The travellers have come a month ahead of time. There is so much to do. The schooner, when it arrives, must be fitted with a wooden floor in the hold and a table nailed down for the artist to do his work. They find the captain.
Emery -- spry, greying, moustached -- invites them into his clapboard house at the edge of town. From the parlour he can look over the harbour. With the brass spyglass that sits on the mantle, he scans the port. He has been on the seas most of his life and was once captured by Spanish pirates off Puerto Rico. He eats tobacco as another man might eat a handful of nuts. He will hire the crew. There is a pilot from Newfoundland he knows, and a local boy, Coolidge, good on the water.
In the market, father and son and the three young gentlemen who have joined them from Boston buy oilskin jackets and trousers and white woollen toques with an oilskin awning that hangs down the back to keep the rain from sliding down their necks. They cavort in their outfits and flirt with the ladies who sell knitted goods. By the time a week has passed, they have charmed nearly everyone in town.
The gentlemen roar with laughter over their dinners in the public house. The artist has forsworn grog and snuff, but it does nothing to diminish his fun. He pulls out his flute and plays an air; his son plays fiddle, and the young gentlemen all sing and pull the barmaids from behind the counter to waltz around the room. Sometimes the artist takes out a piece of paper from his waistcoat and scribbles figures: victualled for five months, $350 each month. He checks his multiplication. He writes, potatoes, rice, beans, beef, pork, butter, cheese. Other times he falls silent and gazes, abstracted, at a wall. He goes to the harbour, under the moonlight, and looks to see if the ice is all gone.
His name – the name the world knows, two centuries later -- is John James Audubon. He is here, with his great hopes and his desires and his premonitions of doom, preparing for his mid-life voyage. He is halfway through his masterpiece: a catalogue of every bird in North America, represented the same size as in life, and observed by him in nature. It has taken seven years thus far, and will take him six more to finish. He has done this without patrons, selling subscriptions to the book himself, collecting the dues, finding birds in the wild and sending his paintings across the sea to London to be engraved and printed, and then hand-painted.
The great man is as generous with his words as he is with his colours. He tells his stories in many places and in many different ways. He will leave, aside from his great book of pictures and the volumes of words that accompany it, his journals, and many letters.
In fact, in a life so well documented, these next few months form a rare gap. It is as if the dark cloud and fog he sails into transcends mere weather and becomes a state of mind. As if Labrador itself (or its weather) swallows the story. Strange.
Is it because he goes north and off the map?
Because he leaves the sacred ground of his own country and journeys to the least known part of the little-known continent?
Or is it because something happened there, an adventure so grisly the artist had no words to describe it? That he wrote about it and afterwards had second thoughts and destroyed his words?
Or -- here we get to the nub of it -- is there another reason, a reason to do with his human attachments? Those he loves and especially those who love him. With desire, possession, betrayal, the women and the children he leaves on shore? A reason rising out of old passions or new intimations? Has what happened on this voyage been ripped from the record because someone did not want history to know?
We do know, sitting as we do in their future, that the great man’s son, young Johnny, the one so quick to learn the masts and ropes from the Yankee sailors, will have a wife a few years hence and that this wife will have a child. And that eventually, when the artist and his wife, and all their children are dead, this granddaughter, Maria, will come into possession of his letters and diaries. She will appoint herself keeper of secrets and protector of reputations. And what she reads about her famous grandfather’s life, and particularly this summer of 1833, will displease her. She will excise huge portions of the journals. She will publish the bowdlerized version and destroy the original. Letters will be lost, burned, turned into dust.
From the Hardcover edition.

Copyright© 2002 by Katherine Govier

Meet the Author

Katherine Govier is an acclaimed novelist, short-story writer and journalist, born and raised in Alberta and currently living in Toronto. She is the author of eight novels and three short story collections, and is the editor of two collections of travel essays. She is the winner of the Marian Engel Award (for a woman writer in mid-career) among other honours.

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