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Birds of Paradise
by Oliver K. Langmead
ARC provided by Netgalley in return for an honest review.
Adam is the First Man, undying and aimlessly wandering around the world in search for meaning and a sense of peace. He lives many lives, essentially always alone, save from his brief encounters with other former residents of Eden: the animals that Adam named like Pig, Crow, Magpie, and Butterfly.
During the course of Langmead's novel, Adam travels around Scotland to find more scattered pieces of his lost Eden, as well as recovering some of his lost memories and reconnecting with his past. Langmead's prose is evocative and beautiful and Adam is a narrator in the tradition of American Gods' Shadow, private and contemplative, hardly the action hero that his built and physicality might lead someone to expect. Langmead, I think, handles the character type better than Gaiman did. When Adam feels distant, it is only highlighting his isolation and loneliness, the grief of his continuous existence, the aimlessness of living through age after age of a changing world.
I did not expect that this book would make me cry. It did. But it was also full of hope.
Adam is the First Man, undying and aimlessly wandering around the world in search for meaning and a sense of peace. He lives many lives, essentially always alone, save from his brief encounters with other former residents of Eden: the animals that Adam named like Pig, Crow, Magpie, and Butterfly.
During the course of Langmead's novel, Adam travels around Scotland to find more scattered pieces of his lost Eden, as well as recovering some of his lost memories and reconnecting with his past. Langmead's prose is evocative and beautiful and Adam is a narrator in the tradition of American Gods' Shadow, private and contemplative, hardly the action hero that his built and physicality might lead someone to expect. Langmead, I think, handles the character type better than Gaiman did. When Adam feels distant, it is only highlighting his isolation and loneliness, the grief of his continuous existence, the aimlessness of living through age after age of a changing world.
I did not expect that this book would make me cry. It did. But it was also full of hope.