320 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1,1991
Reading this book is like witnessing the transformation and disappearance of the wetland landscape of your childhood home, and seeing your mother and beloved grandmother lose their battles with cancer and pass away. It's just like that.
This book was truly stunning. It felt like a cattle prod right between the eyes. And it was painful, like crying sand instead of tears.
And it was so familiar. (Yes, I lived in Utah. Yes, with all my ancestors' pioneer histories. Yes, with the pervasive blessing and burden of Mormonism. Yes, with the inspiring and healing landscapes of mountains and deserts. Yes, my mother died young of breast cancer.) It was so painful that I couldn't even cry through it.
Williams' poetic style reminds me of the old-time naturalists. She is a keen observing soul out there in nature, deeply woven into the natural world and intimate with the birds.
Refuge is unique. It came out of nowhere and knocked the wind out of me. It's more of a talisman than a book.