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560 pages, Hardcover
First published July 5, 2016

The seed for Broun's story was planted one day in the 1990s when he was living in Texas and went to the Houston Zoo with a friend who has schizophrenia. "He started talking to the howler monkeys," Broun recalls. "It just lit a fuse for me. - from the McCall articleNight of the Animals is both horrifying and heart-warming, a dystopian vision rich with the technological details of oppression, but not so much as to interfere with wonderful story-telling. Cuddy may be damaged goods. Having had an abusive father did not help. Seeing his brother, Drystan, drown while out in the woods when he was six sealed the deal. There is a part of Cuddy that still expects Drystan to reappear someday. Despite some regrettable moments in his life, Cuddy is damaged goods you will very much root and care for. But his youth held more than misery. There was his Gran.
since their earliest childhood, their gran had told them various tales, notions, and advices she referred to collectively as The Wonderments. All along Welsh Marches, where Offa’s Dyke once bullied the Welsh with Mercian royal might, a dwindling number of families bound “neither by rank nor nation,” as their gran put it, had for centuries quietly bequeathed the Wonderments, from granddad to granddaughter, then grandmother to grandson, and so on.Is it from magic or psychosis and a lifetime of substance issues that this Dystopian Doctor Doolittle can converse with animals? Is it hubris or a religious summons that makes him feel he has been chosen to carry out this mighty task? Will his quest to be reunited with his long lost brother prove a fool’s errand?
At the time, there were news reports about mentally ill men trying to enter animal enclosures in zoos, often alluding to them being religiously motivated. In creating his protagonist, Broun could draw from personal experience with his own struggles with addiction and mental health problems... "I'm a recovering alcoholic and addict. I've been clean and sober for 25 years." Broun said he quit drinking when he was 24. "It was either quit or die and it was so clear," he says. Twice, he was voluntarily hospitalized for mental health issues. - from the McCalls articleAs for the nutters, they are drawn from far too real an example. Called Heaven’s Gate in the book, they are based on a cult that was founded in Texas and moved to California. Also named Heaven’s Gate, they believed much the same things ascribed to this cult. Even the leader has the same name as the model on which he is based. Difference is these folks have some pretty nifty tech, and a huge, global following. I guess if humanity has pretty much spoiled the planet, offloading one’s being onto the spaceship contained in a passing comet might seem appealing. No crazier than building a gigantic wall. And if that entails committing suicide to free one’s spirit, well, it wouldn’t be the first time suicide has been sold as a gateway to paradise. (I have included a link to information about the real Heaven’s Gate cult in EXTRA STUFF)

I didn’t consciously think much of the story of the ark as [I] wrote until later in the drafting process. I did think constantly of the post-flood covenant between God and humanity, as depicted in Genesis 9:13: “I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.” This line promises that God will protect the animals of earth, but as humans, we must be God’s stewards. - from the Qwillery pieceBroun calls on the history of talking animals in English literature for some backup and some fun. Cuddy has conversations with the four-footed that made me smile with a Hitchhiker’s sort of gleam, particularly during Cuddy’s exchanges with an Islamic sand cat, which also made me think of Sheherezade. A lion is given a particularly fitting name. But these are not all sweetness and light cuddlies. There is plenty of tooth and claw, and attitudes that would be right at home in homo sap. There is a bit of a fairy tale sensibility at work here, but this is definitely no book for the kids. More of a parable about the Fifth Extinction, or, as Broun notes in the Houston Chronicle article, “a modern-day saint story.”

As Winefride [Cuddy’s gran] remembered it, the Wyre Forest before the Second World War seemed like the last verdant haven against all this, a place of glory and grief somewhere between Eden and Gethsemane.This is a special and very unusual book, with large ambitions that are mostly realized. The grand finale was certainly booming and lively. I confess that parts of the big finish were a miss for me, as a bit of tech, that goes a long way to explaining a lot, is introduced late enough to qualify as a deus ex machina contrivance. Given its significance a few clues to its existence should have been inserted earlier on. There is a bit of murkiness with the big show at the end that slowed it down for me. But that is really my only gripe, enough to knock it down to 4.5 stars, but not enough to keep from rounding up to five.
