Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust


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Wandering Aengus Press
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5.98 X 9.02 X 0.44 inches | 0.62 pounds
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As one way to be the restoration architects of Eden, we can kindle a saving kinship with earth through the kind of sensory immersion, and resulting engine of discovery, described evocatively by Heather Durham's Going Feral. To go into the wild like this requires a kind of rich hurt that teaches viscerally, and Durham takes the reader through accounts of deep engagement that pay dividends in awareness, curiosity, and wisdom. She's not afraid to be afraid, not timid about the threshold to true encounter, and we are lucky for that. Read this book as a field guide to building your own agenda for going feral for moments of insight, and a life of change.

--Kim Stafford, author of A Hundred Tricks Every Boy Can Do: How My Brother Disappeared

In Going Feral, Heather Durham pries our world wide open to expose marvels everywhere--frogs in ice, kites with bumblefoot, baby possums, a cougar in her path, a bat in her palm, heart racing, the smell of sagebrush, and the clackety clack of a train --and she's a marvelous narrator, too, full of gentle humor and deep passion, rueful and joyful, and always attentive. This book is a delight!

--Ana Maria Spagna, author of Uplake: Restless Essays of Coming and Going

"Is this loneliness for people, or for earth?"

To answer, Going Feral sets out on a quest conveyed in many small epics. These are the essays kicked up by a rowdy wanderlust. . . but also won in quietness and long attentiveness to the natural world. Durham might find that she belongs in forests or in deserts, on mountain peaks waiting for raptors, or in ferny, rooty hemlock hideouts. The payoff: She sees things. Dragonfly. Butterfly. Bunny-eared bat, bison hanging out in rural restrooms, a decapitated Bambi, and more cougars than anyone has a right to. "Who am I now?"she wonders, captivated.

These essays range far, challenge comfort, reveal grace, and often end on landing-points of shocking rightness, in language as lush and right as that world it conveys. "Are we all iridescent up close?" she marvels. But don't be surprised to find one-with-nature clichés pleasantly undercut by cold, hunger, and grouchiness. Durham records intimacy with death, as with life: the ecologist as both wilderness lover and truthteller.

It's an episodic life, a quilting of stories - like the patchwork landscape itself, each piece working in its own strange way with the others. We see solitude and groupiness, bloodletting and peace, lust and loneliness, hard-headed factuality and winsome openness.

A reader could be stirred up here, could be reminded to wander a little (or a lot), could be inspired to shut up and hunker down and let the awkward perfection of the wild reveal itself. Something like hope could appear. Something like spirit.

--David Oates, author of The Heron Place and Paradise Wild: Reimagining American Nature