It's hard to describe this work, mainly because it doesn't follow The Rules. The Rules say: Begin, then proceed to the Middle, then gather ye your loose ends in a tidy know and End. The other Rule is that you must provide exquisite, intimate, stirring details that shape or form your Human characters. Emphasis on Human. But not here.
This collection of wossnames (essays that stray into poetry that run off the page and back on again, that wander into transcriptions of conversation, that turn around to punch with the truth of scientific fact) is about People. Not humans. I think the underlying gnome of this collection could be formulated like this: Not all humans are People but then, not all People are humans. I think too of Jane Allison's recent book that demonstrates that pretty much everything we know about writing (as codified by MFA programs and such) is wrong. We don't write Freytag's Pyramid, we meander, we spiral, and we explode. Fields collects facts and intuits inner states in what, to me, is an effort to establish the veracity--which so many of us already feel intuitively is a profound truth--that theory of mind is not limited to humans. I see that crow--and I know that crow sees me looking at it, I know that crow is cawing to warn other crows that a human and a dog are in the vicinity, and we are all minds considering our relationships with one another. Dog and crow, predator and prey; human and crow, speculating about each other's intentions. Well. So much for the philosophical foundation in this book: it's about being Animal in a world human, all too human.
Fields' writing is wonderful! The opening piece on parrot enslavement evokes serious considerations of other settler-colonialist efforts by humans (Franz Fanon in the rainforest). Why do we always assume that we are the axis of existence and that all other life revolves round us? Parrots have their own axis: a need to mate for life, perhaps most important when in a relationship with a human. But humans rarely understand the parrot's point of view (or the animal's back story: stolen as a hatchling from its nest, traumatized by dark cages and long journeys to pet stores where gawking humans poke and prod): we are not "pets," though we are capable of love: Fields wants us to hear the voice of the parrot through the writing of the human. It's a difficult task she attempts, but I think she succeeds wonderfully. At least, that's the impression I am left with after counting the tears I spilled reading this opening piece.
And then there's the elephants, another long-lived species that humans have murdered for ivory and enslaved for their copious strength. Capitalism *always* exploits the labor of others. Our karmic damnation, though, damns all the world's peoples, not just the miserable, traumatized humans.
Throughout (but especially in the parrot piece), and as if she were a legal scholar, Fields layers in arguments for the personhood of non-human beings. More and more, groups of humans are acting to establish and enforce the rights of animals and landscapes. These rivers, lakes, prairies, trees, all these webs of beings, are cognitive entities that we never did have the right to exploit to the extent we do.
I am alarmed that the reviews here are not exactly glowing, are even dismissive without a second thought for what is being attempted here. Look, it ain't easy, this book, but if you want to be a true person (rather than a mere human), we have to step up, do the difficult work, make hard choices, turn down the flame. We have to give ourselves time and space to read deeply, to imagine the minds of others, to not limit ourselves to our selfish conceptions of what it means to be human. Being human is nothing without Personhood. So, try this book, I urge you and, to paraphrase Laurie Anderson, "Welcome to difficult reading hour."