A haunting crime novel set in Glacier National Park about a man who finds himself at odds with the dark heart of the wild—and the even darker heart of human nature.
It was a clear night in Glacier National Park. Fourteen-year-old Ted Systead and his father were camping beneath the rugged peaks and starlit skies when something unimaginable happened: a grizzly bear attacked Ted’s father and dragged him to his death.
Now, twenty years later, as Special Agent for the Department of the Interior, Ted gets called back to investigate a crime that mirrors the horror of that night. Except this time, the victim was tied to a tree before the mauling. Ted teams up with one of the park officers—a man named Monty, whose pleasant exterior masks an all-too-vivid knowledge of the hazardous terrain surrounding them. Residents of the area turn out to be suspicious of outsiders and less than forthcoming. Their intimate connection to the wild forces them to confront nature, and their fellow man, with equal measures of reverence and ruthlessness.
As the case progresses with no clear answers, more than human life is at stake—including that of the majestic creature responsible for the attack. Ted’s search for the truth ends up leading him deeper into the wilderness than he ever imagined, on the trail of a killer, until he reaches a shocking and unexpected personal conclusion.
As intriguing and alluring as bestselling crime novels by C.J. Box, Louise Penny, and William Kent Krueger, as atmospheric and evocative as the nature writing of John Krakauer and Cheryl Strayed, The Wild Inside is a gripping debut novel about the perilous, unforgiving intersection between man and nature.
About the Author
Christine Carbo is the author of The Wild Inside, Mortal Fall, and The Weight of Night. A Florida native, she and her family live in Whitefish, Montana. Find out more at ChristineCarbo.com.
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The Wild Inside
IF I COULD reveal one particular thing about my way of thinking it would be this: I was a fourteen-year-old boy when that feral, panic-filled night ruined my ability to see the glass as half full. It’s still hard to talk about, but in terms of self-definition, nothing comes close to that crucial three-hour span of hellish time when the emotional freedom that comes from trusting the foundation one stands on would wither like a late-fall leaf. Up until then, my mom, Mary Systead, with her hazel eyes and dimples, a hospital pharmacist and a lover of self-help and pop-psychology books, had always ridden me about being a positive thinker, telling me that I had a bad habit of seeing the glass as half empty and that if I didn’t learn to overcome it, it would have a bad effect on my life. At the time, I had no idea what she was talking about. And later, I couldn’t imagine what could be more negative than what ended up happening: losing my dad and lying in the hospital for weeks like a heavy bag of sand, listening to the orderlies telling me how lucky I was not to have died.
But that desolate late-summer night all those years ago at Oldman Lake, the stuff of great sensationalism and freaky campfire stories, isn’t what’s interesting to me now. What is notable is my knack for glimpsing the dark intersection of good and evil in people and seeing how it can be traced back to that fateful period. Because, although this can be taken as positive thinking itself—and I’ll admit that traces of it creep in—my critical nature has made me fairly decent at what I do, which is working as a special agent—we call it Series Eighteen-Eleven—for the Department of the Interior’s National Park Service.
Most people think of me as a glorified ranger because nobody ever imagines that crime occurs in the nation’s parks. But it does: drug manufacturing, cultivation and trafficking, illegal game trading, theft, arson, archeological vandalism, senseless violence, and, of course, homicide. Not to mention that the woods happen to be a great place to dump bodies. The United States has fifty-eight national parks with about eighty million acres of unpaved, unpopulated land. I and two guys from the department are trained to undertake homicide investigations and are stationed in the western region, which means our offices are in Denver so that we can cover numerous sites: Yosemite, Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons, Bryce Canyon, Glacier, Joshua Tree, Mesa Verde, Death Valley, the Great Sand Dunes, the Olympic Peninsula. . . .
Mostly, we work solo on cases, even homicides, since we have so much help from Park Police—they’re Series Double-O-Eight-Three. Sometimes, being assisted by Park Police is helpful, but sometimes it’s a pain in the ass since we’re not in the habit of working together and we often clash in the way we go about the little things. It’s the nuances, like knowing when to stay quiet, when to offer a small compliment, when to put on the unimpressed, bored look or to take the lead or to follow.
The other thing that can be traced to that night is my obsession with the grizzly. Ursus arctos horribilis. The grizzly was listed in 1975 as a threatened species in the lower forty-eight after being trapped and hunted to near extermination in the last century. One would think I’d be terrified of them, and here’s the deal: I am. In fact, I became a policeman after college, because even though I double-majored in criminology and forestry, I felt this fairly significant panic at the base of my sternum at the thought of being alone in the woods.
There’s a catch for me, though: when I read or know about one of them getting shot by a hunter (always accidentally they claim) or getting euthanized for becoming too dependent on human garbage, I’m conflicted. I can’t tell if I’m pleased, sad, or pissed off. It’s as if each time one of these specimens, with their scooped, broad noses, cinnamon and silver-tipped coarse hair, eyes like amethysts, and the infamous hump protruding like a warning, is killed, either another piece of my father dies with them or he is given a small slice of justice. Over the years, I’ve become more and more intrigued, as if they’ve taken on some godly status. I’ve studied them from afar—reading everything I could get my hands on: mostly journals and published graduate theses on behavior, habitat use, and demography. After all, knowledge is power, and power helps alleviate fear.
So one could say that for a detective-slash-quasi-grizzly aficionado, I was heading into a perfect storm with this next case. And I could say this about the case as well: my torn recipe for positive thinking, with its already unpatchable shreds, would turn to jagged teeth, biting me even deeper than I thought possible.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
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While it’s labeled “A Novel of Suspense”, ‘The Wild Inside’ is more of a modern mystery and while enjoyed it I didn’t find it particularly suspenseful or thrilling. The book is well written with vivid descriptions which really help transport the reader to Glacier National Park, and the plot is slow, but well thought out with some interesting facets. The best part about this book is the characters. I found them interesting and compelling, and the way they interacted with each other was great. If you’re looking for a total book (plot+characters+writing) rather than a fast paced thriller I would recommend you pick this up.
Loved it. Enjoyed the relatable characters and the sense of place. I'll be looking for more from Christine Carbo!
The Wild Inside is one of the best debut novels I have read in years. It's being marketed as mystery/suspense and it is that, but the quality of the writing, the sharp insights into character, and the depths of human experience which the story investigates far surpasses most genre novels. Character is the key to this novel, and by character I include human, beast and nature. The story is set in Glacier National Park and its surrounding communities, where the "wild" is a force that inhabits everything and is always within reach. The main character, Ted Systead, is a special agent for the Department of the Interior who is called in to investigate a terrible death in the park - a death that brings back unresolved memories of a traumatic event in his youth when a grizzly bear attacked and killed his father as 14 year old Ted hid and listened. Ted's search for the solution to the present day mystery leads him deep into his own past. The mystery itself is interesting, unusual and engaging. The plot "plays fair" and I did not guess the solution even though I'm usually good at that. I would call this novel character driven because the author delves deep into her cast of humans. Many people inhabit this story and each one is fully realized and completely authentic. This is not always the case in genre novels and is a testament to the elegance and beauty of Carbo's writing talent. The other major characters are Glacier Park itself and the magnificent bears that inhabit it, and Carbo does this place justice in her prose. Her description of the Park are beautifully written. The sections where she describes the grizzly at the center of the story are heart-stopping. I read and re-read these sections and will not soon forget them. The procedural aspects of the plot seem totally accurate and plausible. I hate mysteries which assume that the reader will accept any inaccuracy or implausibility if it services the needs of the plot. This is not one of those. Carbo has done her research and I actually learned a lot about the grizzly and the problems inherent in maintaining our national parks. Carbo has been compared to C.J.Box and Nevada Barr, but really she is quite something else. She may set her novels (and I really hope there are more to come) in the West like Box, and in a national park like Barr, but the quality of her writing and the depths of her insights are so far above those two. I have no hesitation in recommending this book. Carbo is now on my short list of authors whose next novels I look forward to with enthusiasm.
I did not find this suspenseful at all, I found it boring and slow. There was way too much angst and introspection about the main character and too little story. I wouldnt even give it one star except for the twist at the end.