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336 pages, Paperback
First published March 5, 2019
Part of him ached to escape from trying to be a perfect husband, a studious scientist, a spotless officer of the Reich. Tibet, like a sultry mistress, waited in the background, beckoning him irrevocably towards her seductive terrain.========================================
They were each so different and yet the same. He had carved out who he was in nature, whereas she preferred to disappear in its folds, melting into its beauty.The Hollow Bones is a tale of love, ambition, passion, madness, and carnage. It begins with the love story.
Seated in an armchair, she drifted off. In her swirl of dreams, she and Ernst were two birds caught in a trap. An old farmer trudged through snow to release them. They stretched their wings and soared together, high above fields covered with the dead. She tried to warn Ernst it was dangerous to fly with his eyes closed, but all that emerged from her beak was the language of song. Ignoring her doleful cries, Ernst swooped down to fight with wild beasts, returning to her not long after with his heart gouged out. She tried to stop the bleeding with her feathers. Hands sprouted from the tips of her wings as she reached out to him. His was a love so hard to embrace. She lifted him onto her back and carried him away, flying to the top of a distant tree. She would be his eyes.Leah Kaminsky is ours. She sees so much, and so well. The Hollow Bones soars on wings nicely feathered with new information about a dark time, a moving love story, effective imagery, a hawkish look at some elements of science, a lyrical, poetic voice, and a taste for the killer twist. Check it out.
When I was on book tour in the US with my first novel, I visited their library archives and found a trove of material – letters, photographs and field diaries – which Schäfer had left behind. It was then that the librarian introduced me to the curator, and I was fortunate enough to be shown the range of specimens Ernst Schäfer had brought back from his forays in the Far East. That was when I came face to face with a four-month-old panda the German scientist had shot and brought back from the Kham Forests of Tibet. This creature insisted on becoming a plaintiff call from the wild in my story.