A speaker at the JH Writers Conference mentioned Libba Bray’s intriguing YA novel, Going Bovine, and i was psyched to find it at our little library. Though i read it months ago, this week’s events have brought back the major premise Bray posited there. The story follows Cameron, diagonosed with Mad Cow disease for humans, as he lives in two worlds at once–which may seem from the perspective of the people he’s known all his life as a hospital bed and a hallucination. From Cam’s perspective, he is on a road trip to save the world, and then on to possible unsuspected new horizons with his punk angel, Dulcie.
That’s one thing about death–we just can’t say definitively whose perspective is real.
Our border collie’s liver failed her on Monday after years of steroid treatment for an autoimmune disease. She still loved to chase balls and her dog friends, and we just enjoyed a long sparkling snowshoe adventure on Saturday. But a rancher nearby has left a dead Hereford out in his field, and she got into some bacteria there that her compromised liver couldn’t fight off. So while we sat on the floor with her heavily-sedated-self through the night watching the rate of flow in her IV, she talked and twitched, apparently far away already. Grateful to Bray’s loony vision, i tried to imagine the antics Kestrel’s particular angel might be playing as she was convinced that other worlds were beckoning. i picture a chiseler (aka Uinta ground squirrel) wearing rainbow wings and darting across sandstone hills through the sagebrush…this way, follow me!