Let us follow Ann Marie Meyers’s open- minded fast- paced journey into the unknown, made possible by on the spot dialogues between family and friends.
Here is a tale of wings and winds through wanton visions, of hope, despair and disappointment with the appearance of the supernatural, of imagined beings in conversation as natural as human life in a landscape of rivers, mountains, the sky and the sea, all in an archipelago of wandering brought to a pivotal father figure, a reputable ballroom dancer and his beloved wife, now immobilized through a motor accident for which Melody his daughter takes full blame.
At times the surreal tale of work is brought on the page as a regrettable focus of the story. The father serves as an anchorage figure to justify causative deployment of conversation and with Meyers’s introduction of unicorns, dragons, elves, witches, forested creatures, amidst beads, feathers and hoarders. Here is the atmosphere of ‘Lord of the Rings’ and Rowling’s escapade roles of her own creations. Except that in ‘Up in the Air’ people fly at random.
Praise must be given to the author for her explorative mind in a novel written in simple prose, easy to read for making the impossible examined, in a skill of creative design and energy, even though instances of doubt and trivialities appear to be uncommon and inconsequential.
This is fiction and we may not ask questions for its authenticity or of action in incidental occasions in the story telling text. But to appreciate the work in which beads, colours, wings, feathers, creatures and of course people coming together in phases of imaginable untruths deserving attention, in a make-believe universe of probabilities.