Mind glazing over in the friendly fog where nothing good comes or goes or speaks to me.
Some people, like foul-mouthed, near-alcoholic Jean Bennett, the protagonist in The Animals in That Country, and her granddaughter Kimberly, both of whom live in an outback wildlife park populated by wallabies, dingoes, native birds and reptiles, are somewhat looking forward to it.Īfter all, they love animals and the idea of being able to talk to them sounds like a dream come true. In this brave, new, Zooflu-enabled world, people begin getting sick with a respiratory infection that only lasts a day or so but leaves everyone who gets infected with an unnerving ability to speak to their pets, wild animals, fishes and insects. Granted, Hugh Lofting, who penned the Doctor Dolittle series, saw his fair share of terror and the darker part of the human soul in the trenches of World War One, but very little of that made its way into his warmhearted and thoughtful books which stressed the great and wise benefits of being in communion with the natural world.īut in Laura Jean McKay’s disturbingly but profoundly imaginative take on human and animals starting up a long overdue conversation, The Animals in That Country, any semblance of warm-and-fuzzy bonhomie between Homo Sapiens and the animals, birds, insects and marine animals they ostensibly share the planet with has gone out the semi end of the world window.
Ladies and gentlemen of the pandemic current – even Doctor Dolittle has taken an apocalyptic turn, something that shouldn’t surprise in an age when horror seems to be writ large on just about every part of the human experience.
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