By Karen Russell
A New York Times top ebook of the Year
One of Granta's top younger American Novelists
Selected for the New Yorker's 20 lower than 40
Nominated for the Orange Prize
Thirteen-year-old Ava Bigtree has lived her whole lifestyles at Swamplandia!, her family’s island domestic and gator-wrestling topic park within the Florida Everglades. but if affliction fells Ava’s mom, the park’s indomitable headliner, the family members is plunged into chaos; her father withdraws, her sister falls in love with a spooky personality referred to as the Dredgeman, and her wonderful mammoth brother, Kiwi, defects to a rival park referred to as the realm of Darkness. As Ava units out on a challenge throughout the magical swamps to avoid wasting all of them, we're drawn right into a lush and bravely imagined debut that takes us to the shimmering fringe of truth.
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No rainforest with tropical butterflies, no palm trees or Californian redwoods, no leopards or iguanas or panda bears. 35 Just the bush. Iain wouldn’t move over Tailor’s Stitch until it was completely dark. He was right, of course: even in the dimmest light we risked our silhouettes being seen by anyone who happened to be looking in the right direction. But it was frustrating, sitting there waiting, every minute thinking, ‘OK, it’s dark enough now, let’s go’, then thinking, ‘Oh no, there’s still a streak of grey in the sky, right across the ranges, better wait a few more minutes’.
So the three of us slogged on. We kept climbing. I’d forgotten how much of war was like this. So much hard yakka, grunting up and down mountains, carrying weights that felt like every textbook I’d ever owned had been plonked in my backpack, and then some. Trying to remember that every bush, every tree, could contain death. ’ Ploughing on hour after hour, day after day sometimes, just so at the end of it you could kill someone or be killed. Well, we ploughed on, until by 9 am we were standing on the top of Tailor’s Stitch.
We were in a typical situation from this war, typical for us anyway, sitting around waiting, not having much to do, filling time in whatever boring mind-numbing ways we could. Fi and I cleaned up the campsite, then sat by the creek with our feet in the water, talking about nothing in particular. We didn’t say anything about the war. After last night I felt too guilty to want to discuss the war. Plus sometimes it was just all too scary. There was so much to be afraid of that I didn’t know where to start.
Swamplandia! by Karen Russell