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A powerful debut novel set in a threatened western landscape, from the award-winning author of Refresh, Refresh

Echo Canyon is a disappearing pocket of wilderness outside of Bend, Oregon, and the site of conflicting memories for Justin Caves and his father, Paul. It’s now slated for redevelopment as a golfing resort. When Paul suggests one last hunting trip, Justin accepts, hoping to get things right with his father this time, and agrees to ...

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Overview

A powerful debut novel set in a threatened western landscape, from the award-winning author of Refresh, Refresh

Echo Canyon is a disappearing pocket of wilderness outside of Bend, Oregon, and the site of conflicting memories for Justin Caves and his father, Paul. It’s now slated for redevelopment as a golfing resort. When Paul suggests one last hunting trip, Justin accepts, hoping to get things right with his father this time, and agrees to bring his son, Graham, along.

As the weekend unfolds, Justin is pushed to the limit by the reckless taunting of his father, the physical demands of the terrain, and the menacing evidence of the hovering presence of bear. All the while, he remembers the promise he made to his skeptical wife: to keep their son safe.

Benjamin Percy, a writer whose work Dan Chaon called “bighearted and drunk and dangerous,” shows his mastery of narrative suspense as the novel builds to its surprising climax. The Wilding shines unexpected light on our shifting relationship with nature and family in contemporary society.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Percy's excellent debut novel (after the collection Refresh, Refresh) digs into the ambiguous American attitude toward nature as it oscillates between Thoreau's romantic appreciation and sheer gothic horror. The plot concerns a hunting trip taken by Justin Caves and his sixth-grade son, Graham, with Justin's bullying father, Paul, a passionate outdoorsman in failing health who's determined to spend one last weekend in the Echo Canyon before real estate developer Bobby Fremont turns the sublime pocket of wilderness into a golfing resort. Justin, a high school English teacher, has hit an almost terminally rough patch in his marriage to Karen, who, while the boys camp, contemplates an affair with Bobby, though she may have bigger problems with wounded Iraq war vet Brian, a case study in creepy stalker. The men, meanwhile, are being tracked by a beast and must contend with a vengeful roughneck roaming the woods. A taut plot and cast of deeply flawed characters--Justin is a masterwork of pitiable wretchedness--will keep readers rapt as peril descends and split-second decisions come to have lifelong repercussions. It's as close as you can get to a contemporary Deliverance. (Oct.)
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PRAISE FOR THE WILDING:
 
“Not your father's eco-novel. In compelling, image-driven prose, Benjamin Percy confounds the old polarities about wilderness and development by sending three generations of men into a doomed canyon, and letting so much hell break loose we can't tell the heroes from the villains-which feels exactly right. This is a dark, sly, honest, pleasing, slip-under-your-skin-and-stay-there kind of a book.”
—Pam Houston
 
“Benjamin Percy's descriptive powers are so potent and evocative in this impressive debut that they sweep the reader out of his or her figurative armchair and into the Oregon wilderness, ready to fight to the death to preserve it.”
—Helen Schulman, author of A Day at the Beach and P.S.
 

The Wilding is a compelling action narrative, universal in its dimensions while utterly grounded in specific particulars. Benjamin Percy is a stunning storyteller. His fearful wildernesses, both physical and psychic, kept me up through the night.”
—William Kittredge, author of Hole in the Sky and The Willow Field
 

“Benjamin Percy's The Wilding is a tour de force meditation and treatise on the nature of violence, the violence of nature, man in the wild, and the wild in man-cleverly disguised as a page-turning adventure.  Not just a “must” read, but a need read, this book is timely, terrifying, terrific.”
—Antonya Nelson
 

The Wilding is a virtuoso blend of beauty and violence, hope and despair, tough and touching, lust and terror, literary craft and genre plotting. Like James Dickey, Benjamin Percy drags his characters into the wilderness—into a canyon as black as a gaping mouth, where they struggle to stay alive and in control of what makes them human-but for a new generation of readers concerned with the vanishing West.”
—Danielle Trussoni, author of Angelology and Falling Through the Earth

 
Praise for Refresh, Refresh:

“Full of bravery and bravado, and it fairly crackles with life. These stories mark the beginning of what is bound to be a long and brilliant career for Benjamin Percy.”
—Ann Patchett

Library Journal
Issues of fatherhood and manhood are at the center of this debut thriller. Justin Caves hopes a last hunting trip to Echo Canyon, soon to be turned into Oregon's newest golf resort, with his father and his son will help mend some fences. Schoolteacher Justin has a strained relationship with his construction worker father and feels disconnected from his videogame- and music player-obsessed son. Meanwhile, at home, Justin's wife is confronting her own feelings about her marriage, family, and the child she lost. There are many threads to this story, from urban sprawl and the disappearance of the wild to Native American issues and even the plight of Iraq veterans with head injuries. The natural wilderness is embodied in the grizzly bear rumored to have found a new home in Echo Canyon. These disparate elements finally converge in an exciting climax that will test the relationships of Justin and his family.Verdict This novel by an award-winning short story writer and contributor to Esquire magazine should appeal to readers who enjoy family dramas and vividly drawn outdoor adventures, particularly those set in the West.—Dan Forrest, Western Kentucky Univ. Lib., Bowling Green

(c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Reviews

Will a family camping trip turn deadly? Don't hold your breath. Percy's first novel, after two story collections (Refresh, Refresh, 2007, etc.), is a painfully slow tease.

Percy returns to the high desert and dense woods of central Oregon for his study of the Caves family. They live in Bend. There's old man Paul, the hands-on owner of a company that builds cabins; his son Justin, burnt-out high-school English teacher, married to Karen, a dietitian; and Graham, their 12-year-old. They've been having problems. Paul's recent heart attack has intensified his blustering machismo; Karen's miscarriage has soured their marriage. Paul wants to revive a family tradition: a hunting expedition to Echo Canyon. It's their last chance before the canyon disappears, victim of a major development. So the three males set off, leaving Karen behind; she loathes her father-in-law. A dark outcome is foreshadowed. There's a TV report of a grizzly mauling two teenage girls, and a hostile local who resents these citified intruders. Justin finds a rotting corpse in the woods. At night, he can't shake the feeling that they're being watched; and what's that sniffing outside the tent? These are standard come-ons. Back in Bend, a creepy vet is stalking Karen, and the Echo Canyon developer, more forthrightly, is trying to seduce her; both attempts fizzle, as the vet is felled by a migraine and the developer loses his dentures. These secondary story lines distract from the hunting expedition, where not all the drama is external. Paul, unmoored by the disappearance of his greatest love, his hunting dog, is itching for a fight with his son, who he sees as a wimp; his hostility explodes into a knockdown, drag-out fight. The author's point about our primitive selves is a stale one, shackled to stereotypes. As for the great showdown between man and beast, it's delayed until almost the end.

Unsatisfying, both as suspense and as an inquiry into our violent impulses.

Cameron Martin
Percy's novel unabashedly invites comparison to James Dickey's Deliverance…but it stands on its own with its glittering prose…
—The New York Times
The Barnes & Noble Review

Living as most of us now do in an urban and suburban world, we tend to idolize the deep woods as a place of natural beauty, a place to renew and reflect. But it has not been long since the forest primarily evoked notions of threat, chaos, and alienation -- the place where Dante loses his way. In American literature, glens and glades are ripe with symbolism, and everyone from Nathaniel Hawthorne ("Young Goodman Brown") to Raymond Carver ("So Much Water, So Close to Home") has harvested meaning right down to the last blood-dappled blade of grass. By this point, you'd think that writers would have exhausted wilderness as both place and symbol. After Deliverance, what remains to be said about pitting man against nature?

Plenty, if Benjamin Percy's debut novel The Wilding is any indication. In these pages, landscape is as much a character as the three generations of men who set foot in the woods on an ill-fated hunting trip. Grandfather, son, and grandson track trophy deer, but they are also pursued by the malevolent forces of weather and razor-clawed beasts. In this book, Mother Nature isn't a benevolent provider of spiritual refreshment, but a merciless bitch.

Percy, the acclaimed author of two short story collections (Refresh, Refresh and The Language of Elk), ambitiously widens his scope for this debut novel and, for the most part, he succeeds with an eco-thriller that more than holds its own against James Dickey's landmark. In The Wilding, Justin Caves, a schoolteacher from Bend, Oregon, is haunted by dreams in which he hears a muted and scratchy recording of the old children's song, "Teddy Bears' Picnic," whose lyrics warn: "If you go down in the woods today, you better not go alone. It's lovely down in the woods today, but safer to stay at home."

He should have listened. Instead, he, his bullying father Paul, and his 12-year-old son Graham set out into the heart of darkness, hoping for a little male bonding. At first, the hunting trip seems like a good idea, a way to bring back what father and son seem to have lost, especially in the months since the older man's heart attack. "Some guy time would definitely be healthy," Justin tells his father. Paul concurs, saying they'll drink beer and raise hell out in the woods. It will be like old times:

His father never took Justin to Hawaii or Disneyland or Mount Rushmore. Instead, he would load up the bed of his pickup with camping gear and they would drive to Christmas Valley or the Umpqua River or the Malheur Preserve, some still-wild place where they would hike dry-mouthed across a desert flat or fish a snake-shaped river or scour the forest floor for mushrooms to cook. It was in Echo Canyon -- high in the Ochoco Mountains, among the big pines and bear grass meadows -- that they hunted every November. Though Justin hasn't been there in years, he feels a strong connection to its woods, as does his father.

Paul, Justin, and Graham travel deep into the trees to suck the marrow, Thoreau-style, from Echo Canyon because it is about to disappear. In a few days, a local businessman is about to bulldoze it into a developer's wet dream: a four-story iron-and-timber lodge the size of a football field, three hundred lots for mega-mansions purchased by "retired Californians wearing polo shirts," and a golf course carpeted with neon-green fairways. On the way to their favorite campsite, the three men pass by the bulldozers parked at the edge of the forest, waiting for the moment on Monday morning when the key turns in the ignition and the machines can transform an ancient landscape with a few days work.

Even though, as Percy writes in the novel, civilization is what contains and annihilates wilderness, nature is not about to give up the fight so easily -- as the characters soon discover at their own peril. While the Caves men (pun clearly intended) hunt deer, a bear is stalking them -- at first just a shadow and a pair of red eyes in the night, but eventually it makes its appearance with snapping teeth and thick ropes of saliva. By the time man, bear, and darkness converge at the book's climax, readers will be gripping the pages tightly and feeling for themselves what Percy describes as "heart-drumming, bladder-bursting fear."

From the novel's first sentence -- "His father came toward him with the rifle" -- there is menace on every page of The Wilding. Nature, the source of food and sustenance, is also the place where men die easily, quickly, and stupidly. This dichotomy, a nature from which we receive everything and from which we have to take shelter, is the heart of The Wilding. Percy writes: "And isn't that the real mystery of life: who you'll end up being consumed by? Or what you'll end up consuming?"

While the men are "in the grip of the forest," another pair of sub-plots runs parallel throughout the course of the novel. Justin's wife Karen, devastated by a miscarriage, is questioning her marriage to a tame man who, she says, "is defined by hesitation." She spends her mornings running along the highways near Bend, fists pumping up and down like pistons as she wards off the hoots and catcalls from men passing in trucks. She, too, senses a lurking threat, but of a different kind:

She wonders why so many men go through life thinking of themselves as predator and women as prey? She wonders where this comes from, this hunger, whether it is taught or inborn, a tooth-and-claw impulse that comes from that far-off time when we loped through the woods and slumbered in caves.

At the same time, Karen is being stalked by a locksmith who comes to her rescue one rainy morning when she goes on a run and leaves the key inside the house. Brian, a shattered Iraqi War veteran, is one of the most sympathetic sexual predators you'll meet in contemporary fiction. He's also one of the weirdest. He has sewn together a hair suit from animal skins and now he lopes through the woods (where he's mistaken for Bigfoot) and silently pads unseen into Karen's living room. Brian, who cannot shake the horrors of war, eventually comes to realize "looking inside yourself is a little like looking inside a lock -- you find darkness and a maze of confusion."

The Wilding wraps its arms around some big themes: the vanishing wilderness, a dissolving marriage, and the shell-shocked re-adjustment to domestic life after combat. It's a lot to pack into 250 pages, but Percy manages to do it with remarkable ease. His sentences have the simplicity and beauty of Shaker furniture, but he also writes meaty action scenes that never feel like they depart from the book's emotional core. No matter if we're facing danger in the jungles of Manhattan or the deep woods of Oregon, life really boils down to two questions: Will we live? and Will it hurt when I die? Percy takes his characters right up to the edge and forces them to stare, hard, into the maw of the mystery any attempt to answer them reveals.

--David Abrams

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781555975692
  • Publisher: Graywolf Press
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Pages: 288
  • Product dimensions: 6.96 (w) x 11.28 (h) x 1.04 (d)

Meet the Author

Benjamin Percy

Benjamin Percy is the author of The Language of Elk and Refresh, Refresh. He has been awarded the Plimpton Prize and a Whiting Writers’ Award, and has been included in Best American Short Stories. He teaches at Iowa State University.

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First Chapter

THE WILDING

A Novel
By Benjamin Percy

GRAYWOLF PRESS

Copyright © 2010 Benjamin Percy
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-55597-569-2


Chapter One

JUSTIN

His wife, Karen, works as a dietitian for the school districts scattered throughout central Oregon. She spends her days designing new lunch programs for the cafeterias, sitting down with obese diabetics to ask them about their eating habits, and giving PowerPoint presentations to auditoriums full of bored children, telling them about the food pyramid and how they might incorporate it into their lives. At this time she is pregnant with their second child. She drinks orange juice every morning and what seems like gallons of water every day, but no soda or alcohol, not even to sneak a sip from Justin. She stays away from fish and red meat and spends the extra dollar on organic free-range chicken. And so on. Every precaution in the world—and none of it stops from happening what happens next.

Justin comes home from work to find a design of bloody footprints on the floor. He stares at them a long time as if to decipher their message. Only then does he pull out his cell phone. He shut it off earlier in the day so that it wouldn't go off when he was teaching. It reveals three new voice mails—one from the hospital, the next from his in-laws, the last from his wife.

He finds her in her hospital bed and she seems to have shrunk. Really, she has, her belly caved in, suddenly empty.

She is, she was, five months pregnant. The doctors tell her she has preeclampsia. Essentially her body came to recognize the baby as an allergen and expelled it from her. When she tells Justin this, her voice slurring from the Vicodin, she seems to be looking inward and outward at the same time, lost in dark thoughts in a too-bright room.

When the nurse comes to check Karen's vitals, she asks if Justin wants to see the baby, a baby girl. He does and doesn't. When his son, Graham, was born, he had looked so shiny, as if polished by Karen's insides, a precious gem they clutched to their chests and passed back and forth with the greatest care. That's how this baby looks, too, only smaller, bluer.

In the weeks that follow, Karen walks around as if bruised. She shrinks from Justin's touch—his, but lost to him. He finds her often in the office, the office they converted into a nursery. On one side of the room sits a rolltop desk stacked with ungraded papers—and on the other, the varnished pine crib, decorated with Winnie-the-Pooh bumpers and a mobile that plays "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," the song sounding so eerie now, when Karen turns the knob, filling the empty crib and seeping through its slats to echo through the house.

When they finally make love again, five months later, she starts crying and when he asks if he should stop, she says, "What do you think?" A line comes to run down the middle of their bed. Neither of them crosses it.

He can't remember if they were having problems before. He tries to remember the last time they went on a date—a real date, without their son—white linen, lit candles, wine in goblets, their feet touching beneath the table—and can't. He tries to remember the last time he bought her jewelry or flowers. He tries to remember the last time she took him in her mouth. He tries to remember the last time they read novels on the couch, their legs intertwined, sharing favorite passages. Years. It's been years, hasn't it? So much of his memory is hazy, chunked up by memories of work. He can recall her frequent headaches—her full-throated sighing—her desire to be alone. He remembers putting away laundry, finding an enormous pink dildo shoved to the back of her underwear drawer, and feeling somehow betrayed. Maybe these are only the warts that naturally grow out of a marriage moving forward. Or maybe he and Karen have been in trouble for some time and only now does he notice it. He wants to blame the baby, but maybe the baby has only turned up the volume on what was there all along.

She takes up running. Every morning she pulls on pink shorts and a white tank top and laces her Nike cross-trainers and runs five miles. All the fat she accumulated during her pregnancy melts off to reveal hard-plated muscle that looks like the exoskeleton of something that lives at the bottom of the ocean. Her feet develop thick calluses. Her calves jump when she walks. Her forearms are a lacework of veins. Even her ears look skinny.

Sometimes Justin sees her on his drive to Mountain View High School, where he teaches. Her hair will be pulled back in a ponytail to reveal a red and compacted face. Her teeth, bared in a snarl. She pumps her legs and swings her arms wildly. She looks like a madwoman. He always beeps his horn and waves at her, but she never sees him, lost in the heat and rhythm of her run.

Normally she is gone by the time he showers and dresses and comes down to the kitchen for breakfast. But sometimes they run into each other, as they do this morning, when he finds her standing in front of the sink, looking out the window and drinking a short glass of orange juice. He says, "Hi," and she says, "Hey." He asks her if she heard the news, and when she says, "What news?" he tells her.

Last night—on Z-21, the NBC affiliate—the ten o'clock news reported a bear attack at Cline Falls. These girls, two teenage girls from Prineville, left their food and cooking supplies out, rather than washing them and bagging them and hanging them from the highest branch of a juniper tree. In the springtime bears possess a terrible hunger, having slept through the long winter, and this one was no exception. One slash of its claws parted the nylon like a zipper. Their screams didn't scare it away, only encouraged it, as it fit its jaws around the head of one girl, chewing her, her scalp finally sliding off her skull. The other, in trying to save her friend, was hurled against the canyon wall, then mauled. They played dead or fainted in their pain and after so many minutes the bear abandoned them. Now both are in critical condition at St. Charles Memorial in Bend. "They say they think it's a grizzly."

"There are no grizzlies in Oregon."

"That's what the Forest Service guy said, but then this other guy said—"

"I gotta run." She sets her glass down on the counter with a click. Yellow bits of pulp cling to its inside.

"Okay," he says and opens the cabinet and pulls a box of Cheerios from the shelf to rattle into a bowl and splash with milk. "Have fun. Watch out for bears."

"Don't worry about me," she says, already running, on her way out the door.

He teaches English. Several years ago a sophomore named Jimmy Westmoreland, after downing a twelve-pack of Budweiser, flipped his Camaro and died. Everyone gathered in the gym the next day. The principal—a leathery-looking man who dyed his hair jet black and kept it styled in an "Elvis"—stood before them all and muttered a few kind words about Jimmy. There was a chair next to him and it had a boom box resting on it. "This one's for Jimmy," he said and hit the play button. From the speakers came the drawling voices and disorderly guitar licks of Lynyrd Skynyrd. They sat and listened to "Free Bird." Eight minutes and twenty-three seconds had never seemed like such a long time.

This is the kind of school they are. Wranglers and Levi's. F-10s and Firebirds. All of old Bend send their kids here—while the Portland and California refugees, in their tight designer jeans and brightly polished SUVs, end up at the new high school across town. Justin prefers Billy Joel to Skynyrd—and Starbucks to Folgers—and finds himself identifying more with what Bend is becoming than what it once was. He often thinks about applying for a transfer, or maybe even going back to graduate school, maybe teaching at the college level or doing something else entirely.

There was a time when he enjoyed his job greatly. And then something happened. The same thing that happens to many teachers, he expects. The work begins to rub away at your heart. The exhaustion doesn't come all at once, but steadily, incessantly, like waves wearing away at rock. You get married. You buy a house. You have a kid. And then one day you realize ten, twenty years have passed, and during this time you have grown tired of the low pay, the endless piles of paper, the football players who sit in the back row and cross their arms and seem perpetually amused by everything, a smug smile never leaving their lips.

Sometimes, during the middle of a lecture, he feels strangely distant, separate from himself, as if he is hovering above the classroom, carried there by the drone of his voice. And when from above he looks down on everyone, when he see in their eyes—as he saw in his eyes—a dreamily veiled boredom, it gives him a general feeling of inconsequence, as if nothing he says or does matters.

This morning, during an exam, he glances out the window and sees a gaunt animal, what could be a dog or a coyote, slinking along the edge of the football field. It stays low to the ground, as if it has caught a scent, as if it is stalking something. And then it vanishes into the shadows between the trees. He leans forward and tries to follow it farther, but it is gone, so suddenly he wonders if he imagined it.

The door opens and startles him from his half dream.

The secretary stands there. She is a leggy blonde who spends all day forwarding calls while paging through the latest copy of People or Us Weekly. Today she wears too bright a shade of lipstick that makes her mouth appear like a bleeding gash. "Mr. Caves?" she says. "Your wife is on the phone. She needs to talk to you."

He looks at his students and his students look at him for a long twenty seconds. Then he says, "I'm in the middle of class. What's this about?"

She examines her nails as if they were a point of curiosity. "How should I know? I only know it's an emergency."

He looks about the room, his stomach like a stone, while digesting this. Dust rises in the sunbeams coming through the windows. The clock clicks its way toward three. Someone in the back row snaps their gum, the noise like a broken branch. "You have five more minutes," he tells them. "When you finish, lay the test on my desk. Don't cheat. And remember, for homework tonight, Heart of Darkness, pages fifty through one hundred."

He makes his way down the hall, to the lounge, certain something has happened to his father. Perhaps a stroke. He feels oddly calm, as if he has been waiting for this phone call all day. But this soon gives way to panic when he brings the phone to his ear and listens to his wife tell him about their son.

"It's Graham," she says. "He's missing."

She drove to Amity Creek Elementary, where Graham is a sixth grader, to pick him up. But he never emerged from the swarms of backpack-toting children, never met her at the top of the roundabout where she always waited, engine idling. Fifteen minutes passed—then twenty. She cut the ignition and got out of the car and tried to keep her walk steady in its pace as she approached the school, certain there must be a perfectly logical reason for his absence. Probably Graham had misbehaved and was now serving detention, clapping clouds of chalk from erasers or writing "I will not fire spitballs" again and again on a lined tablet of paper.

Though she knew better. He had never received a detention and likely never would. He was one of those children who took great pleasure in doing exactly as he was told, always saying please and thank you, never speaking out of turn. He favored chinos to jeans and wore his collared shirts tucked into them. Justin wasn't sure how this had happened, how Graham had become this self-possessed little man, and in fact Justin encouraged him to live a little more adventurously. When Justin was that age, he used to collect frogs along the riverbanks and carry them to the nearest road so that he might throw them high into the air, enjoying the sound and sight of them splatting against pavement. It was horrible, but boys are supposed to do horrible things. It's in their nature.

But Graham is different. He is the type of boy who prefers books to BB guns, who makes his bed every morning and plays computer games after he finishes his homework and never begs for the candy stacked next to the cash register. Exactly the type of boy, Karen was thinking, who might climb into a car with a stranger if told a convincing lie, not wanting to offend.

She found his teacher, Mrs. Glover, in her classroom, working her way through a stack of math quizzes. And no, she hadn't seen him, not since the final bell. Together they searched the school grounds and found no trace of him. With every room Karen peered into and found empty, a wind grew stronger inside her, until it felt as though there were a cyclone tearing loose everything she thought was securely nailed down.

She tells Justin this as they drive around Bend, poking their heads into the video arcade, the pizza parlor, the cinema, the library, all the places Graham knows. They have called the police. They have called everyone in his class. Now there is nothing to do but look and wait. They randomly zip up and down the streets of Bend, their heads swinging back and forth as the world flies past the bug-speckled windshield. Karen has her cell phone cradled in her palm. Her mouth incessantly quivers as if only just holding on to a scream. At one point she grabs Justin's arm and squeezes it, once. He can't remember the last time she touched him—really intentionally touched him. Her warmth lingers there after she pulls her hand away. "I can't do this again," she says.

"Don't worry," he says. "Everything is going to be fine."

Justin is a man with neat hair, parted clean on the right side, cut tight above the ears and along the neck. He brings a hand to it now, tidying it, part of him thinking that as long as every hair stays in its place, everything will be fine.

It is. Someone spots Graham at Lava River Lanes, bowling with a strange old man in a leather-fringe jacket. Within minutes, two squad cars pull up with their lights flashing. The deputies race into the building, past the pool tables and arcade games, through the clouds of cigarette smoke, to lane nine, where they find Justin's father, who decided on a whim to pick Graham up from school and teach him a thing or two about how to throw a hook ball.

When Justin arrives, his father is waiting for them in the parking lot, leaning against a squad car with his hands in his pockets. "Can't a man spend an afternoon with his grandson?" he says.

"Of course, Dad. It's just—"

"Just what?"

He goes on. Talking about how Justin needs to let the boy have some fun this, and how he ought to cut an old man some slack that—and so on—while his hands, big brown things, busily rake through his beard like paws through rotten wood, seeking grubs, worms to eat. Lately he has grown wilder and Justin has become more fearful and hesitant to challenge him.

Karen holds Graham to her chest, pressing him into her with a pained look on her face, as if he were a lost organ she wants to force back inside her.

Through the window comes a rectangle of moonlight, brightening the floor and the bottom of the bed. In the distance he can hear elk calling to each other. Their big booming voices spiral through the air, as if blown from a conch shell. He goes to the window. A cool juniper-scented breeze blows, making the curtains billow around him. In the distance he can see the Cascades. They glow in the moonlight, white-shouldered with snow and bearded with forests that look more black than green against them. In their foothills a small light flares, catching his eye. It vanishes a moment later and he is left to wonder about its origin, so far from the city—with no streetlamps or neon signs anywhere near it—a speck of glass caught in the folds of a vast black cloth.

His wife is awake as well. He can tell from her breathing. She showered before bed, scrubbed her skin pink, and shampooed her hair into a silky blackness. These past few hours, every time she readjusts her body, trying to find a comfortable position, a puff of air carries the smell of her cleanness.

He crawls into bed with her again. She has the sheet tucked over her chest and under her arms. She sighs in a way that means she is about to say something. And then she says it: "That man needs to be put in his place."

She is referring not only to today but to other days as well. Last week, for instance, when they went out to the cabin for lunch, his father took Graham into the backyard and Karen later found them hunched over a shallow hole, cheering for a scorpion they had pitted against a black widow spider.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from THE WILDING by Benjamin Percy Copyright © 2010 by Benjamin Percy. Excerpted by permission of GRAYWOLF PRESS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted December 29, 2010

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    Benjamin Percy's debut novel is a tense, emotional read.

    [This book review was originally posted at The Nervous Breakdown. Go there for the FULL REVIEW]

    The Wilding by Benjamin Percy is a powerful book packed with tension, unease, and life at the edge of the forest, where quite possibly man should stay. It is an intricate weaving of several different point of views: the fractured soldier back from fighting in Baghdad, Brian, who dresses up in the hide of wild animals, creeping around the woods, spying on a woman he longs for, eager for some sort of meaningful contact; Justin, the beaten down husband of Karen, a woman unhappy and distant after a miscarriage; their son, Graham, a bookworm, about to make his first kill; and the grandfather, Paul, watching over them all with disdain, longing to make men of his boys, at whatever cost. And looming at the edge of it all is the violence of nature, the push back of locals frustrated by the expansion of business, the unseen bear that haunts the Oregon woods, waiting to tear them apart.

    This story about man versus nature starts with the cover art, the black and white photograph of driftwood crowding out the darkness, barely keeping it at bay. The way the type slides towards the corner, getting smaller, the shadow hanging over the wood, the choice of the typeface even that lends itself to the swipe of a bear's paw across the cover, the author's name in blood red type. These are all little hints of what is to come. The book begins:

    "His father came toward him with the rifle. From where Justin sat at his desk-his homework spread before him-both his father and the gun appeared to be growing, so that when handed the weapon, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to carry it. Around his father, Justin had always felt that way, as if everything were bigger than he was."

    This fear is at the heart of The Wilding, this story about a boy, Justin, who grows into a man that lives in the shadow of his own father, Paul. Throughout the novel it is a recurring theme, the way Paul berates Justin for being less than a man, too weak to keep his wife in line, too afraid of everything, of failure, of letting loose and having fun, every shadow and rustle in the brush, of letting his own son Graham have a gun, shoot it, have his first beer--it never ends. This is a battle that Justin has to keep up, and he is tested, repeatedly, until in the end, he becomes his own person, watching his son grow up fast in the face of the violence and death they witness in the woods. Their relationship becomes a bond, out of survival, and the witnessing of their true character when faced with life-altering decisions.

    [continued at The Nervous Breakdown]

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2010

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    mighty skeery

    If you like man-vs-nature horror stories, you won't find a better written more engaging example than this book. Oh, and the writing is excellent, too.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 23, 2011

    Amazing Writer

    Percy is skilled in the craft of writing and it shows in nis handeling of diction and syntax. All his characters are well developed and complex, as are his plots. If you want to start 'small' with this author, I recommend his collection of short stories 'Refresh, Refresh'.

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  • Posted February 21, 2011

    Not my cup of tea

    I did not enjoy this book at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2011

    NOT recommended

    Total waste of money. Attempts at flowery oration overdone, poor plot and ending.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

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    Positive

    Unexpected, Intriguing, worth the read!!! Highly recommended!

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  • Posted October 22, 2010

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    One of the best books of the year

    The Wilding strikes that rare perfection of an incredibly well written page turner. You have a family at odds, a hunting trip gone wrong, a potential stalker, a grizzly bear on the loose, and yet you also have beautiful writing about love and marital discord, fatherhood and war. Every chapter holds an insight that will take your breath away as well as a scene that will get your heart pounding.
    Benjamin Percy astounds once again. The Wilding is fiction at its best: muscular and lyrical and bound to be a classic.

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