Attracted to wild heart
By Shelley Corbin, Contributor to the Salmon Arm Observer, Dec. 23/09
Struck by an immense tragedy in her young life, the Canadian Emily strikes out in a search to recapture her past, only to realize that in order to live fully, she must learn to let it go.
Like her namesake, this Emily is highly sensitive, keenly attuned to nature, unpredictably independent in her thinking, and stubbornly true to her often unorthodox convictions. Needless to say, these personal characteristics, combined with a compelling need to write, ensure that she embarks upon a very steep path to maturity. As we accompany Emily in her exploration of a rugged and still-pristine northern landscape so finely rendered by Barnhardt Kawatski’s deeply sensory descriptions, we also share the heart-rending inner struggle of a young woman’s determination to become her own person.
Stalking the Wild Heart is a unique and very intimate novel in that it is composed almost entirely of the journal entries of two major voices, Emily and Rachel. Although their lives have taken vastly different courses in the outer world, the lifelong friends remain linked at a heart level. The journal entries move through a 12-year period, the various locations of each woman’s entry often ranging widely from the other’s, especially in the first few years. The extroverted Rachel’s travels take her all over Europe and, finally, south to sun-drenched, Muslim Morocco where she comes to terms with where her future really lies. The more introverted Emily finds her challenges much closer to home in the mountain forests of the northern British Columbia wilderness she loves, and in the deepest valleys of her own soul.
The author expertly weaves these highly textured themes into a vibrant tapestry of images, sounds, smells, tastes and sensations so evocative that the reader gets the message almost as if by osmosis, just as in real life.
Stalking the Wild Heart begins magnificently in 1956 by intertwining a portion of an Emily Dickinson poem called A Thunderstorm with a tragic loss in six-year-old Emily’s life. It ends 27 years later with a second loss eerily similar to the first.
Perhaps a portion of another Dickinson poem called Hope is the Thing with Feathers might help us to understand how Emily finds the strength to go on.
Could the long-sought, almost mythological blue-breasted waterwill be the “thing with feathers” that sustains her?
