Once we discover that the narrator, Jake, is a woman, it is all the more surprising to learn that she is a solitary farmer. As in The Wasp Factory, the central character’s isolation is underlined by placing the action on an island here, too, the narrator has ghastly secrets to bear and is (to begin with, at least) of uncertain gender. The closest cousin to All the Birds, Singing is Iain Banks masterly first novel, The Wasp Factory. It is no surprise that she has been included on every possible shortlist of talented young authors to look out for. Even her name is good, suggesting an untamed paradise and man’s exclusion from it, which is one of her themes, too. In this as in other regards Wyld is a writer who reconfigures the conventions of storytelling with a sure-footedness and ambition which belie her age. All the better: we expect men (in fiction at least) to be strong silent types, while women protagonists tend to err towards chattiness and disclosure. The same description more or less fits this second novel, although here a reticent woman takes the place of three generations of silent men. Half in jest, Evie Wyld has described her highly garlanded first book After the Fire, a Still Small Voice as ‘a romantic thriller about men not talking’.
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