Land Mammals And Sea Creatures: A Novel by Jen NealeLand Mammals And Sea Creatures: A Novel by Jen Neale

Land Mammals And Sea Creatures: A Novel

byJen Neale

Paperback | May 8, 2018

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A startling, moving magic realist debut

Almost immediately upon Julie Bird's return to the small port town where she was raised, everyday life is turned upside down. Julie's Gulf War vet father, Marty, has been on the losing side of a battle with PTSD for too long. A day of boating takes a dramatic turn when a majestic blue whale beaches itself and dies. A blond stranger sets up camp oceanside: she's an agitator, musician-impersonator, and armchair philosopher named Jennie Lee Lewis - and Julie discovers she's connected to her father's mysterious trip to New Mexico 25 years earlier. As the blue whale decays on the beach, more wildlife turns up dead - apparently by suicide - echoing Marty's deepest desire. But Julie isn't ready for a world without her father.

A stunning exploration of love and grief, Land Mammals and Sea Creatures is magic realism on the seaside, a novel about living life to the fullest and coming to your own terms with its end.

Jen Neale lives in Vancouver with her partner, Brendan, and her dog, Sulu. She has a master's degree in creative writing from the University of British Columbia. In 2012, she won the Bronwen Wallace Award for Emerging Writers; jurors Madeleine Thien, Johanna Skibsrud, and Alexander MacLeod cited her "pure imaginative power, sharp humor...
Title:Land Mammals And Sea Creatures: A NovelFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:288 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.65 inShipping dimensions:8.5 × 5.5 × 0.65 inPublished:May 8, 2018Publisher:ECW PressLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1770414142

ISBN - 13:9781770414143


Rated 5 out of 5 by from A deeply engaging debut novel <i>Land Mammals and Sea Creatures</i> is a deeply engaging debut novel by Jen Neale about the living, the dying and all the complications in between. The story begins with twenty-something Julie Bird and her father Marty witnessing the simultaneous arrival of a stranger and a whale on a beach near where Marty lives. Before long, the stranger shows up at Marty’s fish-and-chip shop and makes him a proposition: let her play six gigs on a piano he keeps at the back, a piano that no one is ever allowed to touch. Marty isn’t good with change but something he senses about this Jenny Lee Lewis makes him relent. The adventures that ensue involve a halibut, a cat, a sole and an arctic hare, to name but a few, and a baby raccoon too. JLL’s first concert, coming roughly at the mid-point in the novel, is a triumph, not only with the locals but as a compulsive page turner, a masterpiece of action writing. Clear, lively, varied, absorbing, funny, and life-affirming. Where there is life affirmation there is also life rejection, where the story takes us to difficult experiences and the scars they have left. This is the journey Land Mammals and Sea Creatures takes us on. I was given an advance reading copy of <i>Land Mammals and Sea Creatures</i> by publisher ECW Press in exchange for posting an honest review online. In summary: memorable characters, vivid scenes, superb use of verbs and great counterpoints between light and dark. Highly recommended. Well done, Jen Neale!
Date published: 2018-04-07

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Julie Bird closed her eyes and listened to water slap the hull. The tinny taste of lager coated the back of her tongue. She and her father, Marty, spread themselves over lawn chairs on the deck of the old troller. Waves rolled under the boat, and the strips of rainbow vinyl creaked under their weight. Ice sloshed rhythmically against the sides of the cooler. Ian, Marty's best and only friend, emerged from the cabin and fished another beer from the ice. He called out to his two passengers. "Set?" Julie's father had his beer jammed into his prosthesis-his Captain Hook-and held it in the air for Ian to see. With his good hand he held binoculars fast to his eyes. For the last half hour, Marty had been watching a figure on shore and giving Julie updates. The details were still shady. The figure, of indeterminate age, gender and height had been weighted like a pack mule when it'd arrived on the beach, and it was now setting up a bright orange A-frame tent, set in contrast to the navy water and dark conifers. Marty's eyebrows, or the fatty lumps where his eyebrows used to be, rose. "Now they're stringing up a hammock in the trees. Looks like they're there for the long haul. I didn't think anyone camped on Tallicurn." "Marty, please stop spying," Julie said. "They just seem so familiar." "You know a lot of faraway specks?" By Marty's feet sat a small Tupperware container of herring pieces that were melting together in the heat. He'd set up a rod on the port side for some mooching, but so far, the line hadn't budged. Marty wouldn't have noticed anyway. Earlier, Ian had tossed a piece into the open water to "get the ocean's juices flowing." "Hey," Marty said. "I think they're waving at me." He took off his bandana, scratched his bald head, and retied the fabric. "Marty, you're a stick figure on a boat to them." "Look." Marty handed the binoculars to her. Through the viewfinder, she saw a crowd of gulls circling above the orange tent. Farther down the beach, the backlit figure appeared with a blond puff of hair catching the light and shining like an anglerfish lure. The person stood in the water, looking in their direction. The waves crashed against their shins. They were gesturing with their arms, but it didn't seem like a wave. More of a come hither. Ian barged into the middle of their assembly and pointed starboard. "Hey, you two. Whale." Plumes of mist were approaching the troller. With a bird's-eye view, one could trace a straight line between the puff-topped shadow, the fishing boat and the whale. "Think it's an orca?" Julie asked. "Nah. No pod-it's solo." Ian hoisted himself up and took the binoculars from Julie's hand. He stood on the deck with one leg propped on the railing. His white shorts flapped in the breeze, revealing a vast expanse of untanned thigh. "Too big, too," he said. "Grey?" Julie asked. "Maybe. Look at it." Ian passed the binoculars back. All she could see was sun bouncing off waves and a flash of black and white as a flock of murres glided above the surface, but then the whale's rolling back filled the viewing area. A burst of mist shot into the air and dissipated. Julie adjusted the sight. A group of fat barnacles pocked the skin around its blowhole, but otherwise the whale's complexion was uninterrupted slate, like a blackboard wiped clean with a damp cloth. It was smoother than the greys Julie had seen. "Fuck, yeah," she whispered. The back of the whale rolled over the surface until the flukes broke free and heaved into the air. The whale dipped below the surface. Ian's voice came from behind them, somewhere between a prayer and a curse. "It's coming towards us." Julie imagined the whale as a submarine designed to look like a biological being, but with two soldiers sitting behind the eyes. If they could build a camera the size of a housefly, why not this? The submarine theory seemed so much more likely than a living being double the length of the Greyhound she rode from Port Braid to Vancouver. Fifty-five people could sit inside that Greyhound on a busy holiday, meaning that 110 humans could be comfortably hidden within the whale's blubber, with leg and luggage room to spare. Julie zipped her life vest and shoved one at her father as the whale got closer to the boat. As usual, Marty wouldn't think of his welfare, so she'd have to do it for him. She watched him slide the life vest on and struggle to do it up. When the zipper wouldn't go past his belly, he visited the cooler for another beer. Julie counted this as his fourth, still within safe limits for a calm day. The list of events that could disrupt a calm day had shape-shifted since she was last home in Port Braid. Once again the rules had to be relearned. Marty's triggers developed like allergies. Some were long-term-bird bangers, air brakes, metal-tinged smoke-and others came and went in a matter of years-the smell of Julie's hair straightener, the rattle of Boggle. She stood up for a better look, binoculars pressed to her cheekbones. The whale broke the surface again, much closer to the boat. Its blowhole looked like the thieved nose of an Easter Island statue. It let out another giant breath, and this time Julie could hear the sound-a bucket of ice water hitting a campfire. Julie brought the binoculars down and turned to her father. "It's a blue, you know." Marty scoffed. Blues migrated by Port Braid but weren't typically interested in stopping. They were half-starved from raising their young at the equator. Up north, all they'd have to do to be full was open their mouths. So much of Port Braid's aesthetic was based on the idea that whale spirits permeated the air: a metallic statue stood proud outside the bank, a badly constructed orca mural graced the side of the pharmacy, and of course, all of the T-shirts in the town's single gift shop were a blend of semi-transparent moons, whales, wolves, eagles and feathers. "I'm serious," Julie said. "It's a blue." Marty brought his beer to his lips and held it there, waiting for the beast to reappear. A bulge of water appeared a few boat-lengths away. Julie's breath caught. The whale's nose pushed through the centre of this water mountain. Its body rose up to its pectoral fins. Columns of water fell away. The animal lunged and sent a boat-rocking wave.

Editorial Reviews

"With light touches of magical realism and vivid descriptions of the Canadian seaside, Neale's haunting tale reminds us that our lives are bound to others' in both restricting and deeply comforting ways . . . A wholly original and stunning debut." - Booklist Starred Review"A mysterious and unsettling debut touching on grief, mourning, environmental calamity, and the healing potential of friendship." - Kirkus Reviews "With the recent deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain, public interest in talking about suicide is hardly surprising - such openness on this subject is frankly a welcome change. Jen Neale's Land Mammals and Sea Creatures is a novel that approaches this subject with both realism and magical thinking." - Globe and Mail"Insightful, gripping, and mysterious to the end, Land Mammals and Sea Creatures blows the reader to pieces, redefining life, death, love, and grief." - THIS Magazine"Move over, Linnaeus! Your domains and your kingdoms have been overthrown. Land Mammals and Sea Creatures is in the reclassification business and the results are profound and beautiful. This is a novel of great loss, but even greater love. Jen Neale - there's no denying it - is one of this country's wisest, and most shockingly original, young writers." - Alexander MacLeod, Giller Prize-shortlisted author of Light Lifting