Let me begin by saying this epic tale is not one for faint of heart or stomach. I tried to think of a word to describe the magnitude of terror, of blood bath, and struggled to convey the violence in the world of nature and the world of man that unfold within these pages. There were times my physical body felt weary after envisioning this world.
But in the depth of terror and blood, there is a beauty and eloquence in this Chinese author’s passages. A haunting beauty that my words cannot do justice. There is a chapter where the mates of a swan and wolf mourn their deaths that will make your own soul mourn beside them.
Your soul will wait for the inevitable end to “Little Wolf”………but your soul will keep hoping………..hoping until the inevitable becomes reality.
My soul was tired at the end of this book………hoping for a miraculous outcome for man and wild creatures……….but aware of what inevitably may meet our civilization’s and the wilderness’ last pages.
What I felt is hard to put into my own words…..Amazingly, this book was translated from the Chinese language and still maintained the author’s beautiful soul. I may hate the story sometimes, but still appreciate the beautiful writing of the author. And Wolf Totem was horrendous and beautiful ……… as the coexistence of both our natural and man made world.
I volunteered as a Docent at a zoo. My favorite spot was early morning, outside the wolf enclosure…..listening to their howls. Their captive howls were mournful and haunting…….They haunt me to this day……..this tale will haunt as well………