Finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Bisexual Fiction
Finalist for the Foreword INDIES 2018 Award for Best Fiction
Cast adrift in 1870s San Francisco after the death of her mother, a girl named Olive disguises herself as a boy and works as a lighthouse keeper’s assistant on the Farallon Islands to escape the dangers of a world unkind to young women. In 1941, nomad Victor scours the Sierras searching for refuge from a home to which he never belonged. And in the present day, precocious fifteen year-old Lily struggles, despite her willfulness, to find a place for herself amongst the small town attitudes of Burning Hills, Oregon. Living alone with her hardscrabble mother Alice compounds the problemthough their unique relationship to the natural world ties them together, Alice keeps an awful secret from her daughter, one that threatens to ignite the tension growing between them.
Emily Strelow's mesmerizing debut stitches together a sprawling saga of the feral Northwest across farmlands and deserts and generations: an American mosaic alive with birdsong and gunsmoke, held together by a silver box of eggshellsa long-ago gift from a mother to her daughter. Written with grace, grit, and an acute knowledge of how the past insists upon itself, The Wild Birds is a radiant and human story about the shelters we find and make along our crooked paths home.
|Publisher:||Rare Bird Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.70(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.00(d)|
About the Author
Emily Strelow was born and raised in Oregon’s Willamette Valley but has lived all over the West and now, the Midwest. For the last decade she combined teaching writing with doing seasonal avian field biology with her husband. While doing field jobs she camped and wrote in remote areas in the desert, mountains and by the ocean. She is a mother to two boys, a naturalist, and writer. She lives in Ann Arbor, MI. The Wild Birds is her first novel.
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‘The Wild Birds’ is the debut novel by American author, Emily Strelow. The book comprises three diverse stories, delivered in interspersed chapters, spanning over a century and loosely bound together by the acquisition of a silver box of eggshells. Each story is written in the third person from the perspectives of several of the main characters. The author has taken great care to set her scenes. She has a real affinity with flora, fauna and the environment; such that I almost felt like I should be listening to Ralph Vaughan Williams in the background as I read about the Northern Harrier hanging in the air over a thin patchwork of forest. Through imagery and symbolism, I was taken on a colourful journey from the small town of Burning Woods in the northwest coastal state of Oregon down through the Farallon Islands, to the arid Mojave Desert in California and on to the Sonoran Desert, spanning parts of California, Arizona and Mexico. I very much liked the story of Olive, set in the 1870s. The descriptive passages were very vivid and the idea of a sixteen year old girl passing herself off as a boy really grabbed my imagination. The pathos of Olive’s story is fascinating and I would have been happy if the whole book had been devoted to exploring her life in more depth. The contemporary family dynamic between Alice and Lily can be understood when the reader is taken into Alice’s confidence regarding Lily’s natural father. Undoubtedly much of Alice’s adult life and the choices she makes have been shaped by events from her past. The relationship between mother and daughter is tense at times with unpalatable truths bubbling just beneath the surface. The author’s message is clearly one of survival – protecting nature and protecting loved ones. She also explores complex human emotions and interactions as each of her multi-layered stories develop. The three tales are well researched and thoughtfully written with the hardback being beautifully packaged. The title is very poignant and there are aspects of the book that I enjoyed. The division between dialogue and description could have been better balanced and I also wonder if the connection between the three stories is rather tenuous. Nonetheless, if you appreciate a gentle read, you will undoubtedly enjoy it. Objectively, I award ‘The Wild Birds’ four stars.
Emily Strelow’s novel The Wild Birds is an mesmerizing debut. She deftly weaves a diverse cast of characters and three time frames into a cohesive whole, a mosaic glittering in the sunlight. Olive, an orphan who disguises herself as a boy and becomes a lighthouse keeper’s assistant on the Farallon Islands in the 1870s. Victor, the runaway son of a wealthy parents, searches for a place in which he can find himself and to call home in the 1940s. Finally, in the present day, Alice and Lily, a mother and daughter are tied by their unique relationship to each other and to the family’s filbert farm. Alice loves Sal, another woman, and eventually leaves her daughter to find her true love. Tying all these lives together is a lovely spandrel—a silver box with partitions to hold egg shells. With some of the best nature prose I’ve read, Strelow reveals the intimacy and the grandeur of the Pacific Northwest, an experience akin to being in an Ansel Adams landscape. There is an underlying thread of abuse of the land bringing to mind an understated Rachel Carson. Her knowledge and love of birding is apparent and her ability to transport readers to forests and deserts is unparalleled. The Wild Birds is one of the few books I’ve read recently that I was sorry to see end. Strelow’s characterization of her sundry characters is spot on, from an unborn child to tormented teens to an elderly man with dementia; each searches for the home—or in Alice’s case, the person—that will complete them. The Wild Birds illuminates the human spirit and reveals the long and sometimes twisted roads we take to find ourselves, our families, and our homes.