I had mixed feelings about this book.
On the plus side, the quality of the writing is very high. Barr is especially strong in her descriptions of the terrain in Guadalupe Mountains National Park and of the way that humans interact with the environment in that setting. But although it was well done, I eventually found the detailed descriptions to be too much. I couldn’t construct a mental map of the trails, canyons, ridges, and forests where the events were occurring, and it bothered me that I was getting lost. I understand that it’s fiction, but maybe an actual map would have helped me to stay oriented in the story.
The concept of the story is fresh (or at least fresh to me). The protagonist, Anna Pigeon, is a former New Yorker who became a Park Ranger after the death of her husband and now enjoys the open spaces of the southwest and is dedicated to protecting the animals in the Park. She frequently talks to the animals (which Barr cleverly uses as an “internal monologue” device to reveal Anna’s thoughts). When several accidents occur in the Park, a couple of them fatal, it looks like animals were the culprits. But animal lover Anna isn’t willing to accept that at face value, and she soon comes to believe that foul play was involved. No one else accepts her theory, so she investigates on her own.
So far so good. I understand that it’s common for protagonists in crime fiction to make choices that set them apart from those around them and cause them to take some actions that may seem ill-advised. I’m often willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. But I had something of a hard time giving Anna the benefit of the doubt. The reason may just be that I’m neither much of an outdoors person nor much of an animal lover, so I couldn’t relate to Anna. But I also think that she (or rather, Barr) doesn’t make it easy. Anna is suspicious of just about everyone around her, including her lover and most of her co-workers, including a woman who befriends her and repeatedly forgives Anna when Anna accuses her of involvement in the deaths. The only person whom Anna appears to trust is her sister Molly, a psychotherapist in New York. But they are 2,000 miles apart and only talk occasionally. I think I might like Anna more if Molly were in the picture more often. (Maybe in subsequent books in the series, she is?)
The mystery—multiple mysteries, really—that drives the plot is intriguing, and I did want to read on to the end to see how it would be solved. But I thought there were some holes in the plot, and I didn’t think the ending quite tied everything up as much as I would have liked.
So, with my mixed feelings, I’m giving Track of the Cat two stars, which in my rating scheme means “it was okay.” I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it, and I’d be willing to give Anna Pigeon another try.