The Wishbird Book Launch
On Saturday I had the great pleasure of launching Gabrielle Wang’s beautiful new book – The Wishbird.
It was held at The Little Bookroom – one of the best book stores in the WHOLE world – along with the Sun Bookshop in Yarraville, it’s my favourite place to wander.
All of Gabrielle’s wonderful books.
The gift Gabrielle gave me – I love it so much – a print of my favourite illustration – The Imprisoned Moon
Just some of the lovely food
The Wishbird – and a wish bird
Gabrielle and myself launching
The lovely Gabrielle, signing books
Gabrielle and her absolutely gorgeous mother
A room full of people making a wish on their wish birds – it made me think of the line from Robert South - ”There is nothing more properly the language of the heart than a wish”
And here’s my speech – I so very much loved the book.
I often have dreams about the books I’m going to launch, but none so beautiful than the one I had about The Wishbird. I dreamt that the pages were made of silk, and that the words had wings that fluttered.
I had the dream before I had even held the book. Not a surprising thing, if you know Gabi.
I felt quite certain that the dream had come from her – that before she went to sleep that night Gabi yawned, thought about it, and flicked me off some of her landscape to get me started.
The only thing better than having a dream like that is being able to ring Gabi, or tweet her, and tell her that you had it.
Some time ago I saw a 3D film at Imax, The Flight of the Butterflies, about the migration of the monarch butterfly.
I sat in a cinema with a whole lot of little kids wearing 3D glasses, and the dark came down and the film came on, and the forest and the birds and the butterflies rose up and all around me, this lush world filled the cinema. All around me people reached to grab this floating world.
I felt as though I were reading The Wishbird in 3D glasses – open the book and the world escapes off the page – in gorgeous pictures and in words. It isn’t just the pages that are made of silk – the words themselves seem to be. Gabi sent me a modest dream – but then that’s the kind of person she is.
I know it can’t have been this easy, but it feels as though she opened her hands, and out the world flew.
Out flew The Wishbird, Mellow, a wonderful parent, as birds of course, can be, out flew Oriole – a girl who sings songs about rocks carved into strange shapes by the Wind, about her love for Mellow, the magical Wishbird, who is older than the ancient Banyan tree itself.
Out flew her wonderful descriptions – candied cumquats in the market of Soulless and the treasures that Boy finds – a silver ring with a tiny blue stone like a mouse’s tear.
The forest – moonlit, with nests made from fragrant Sandalwood twigs and lined with soft moss, a cluster of turquoise lakes that mirror the white fluffy clouds, and the city of nightmare that Oriole is being flown towards – the city of mouthless people.
Gabrielle’s characters are spectacular. Boy and Oriole are heroes, but they have flaws. They make each other stronger and better – as friends should do. They save each other – they become the heroes they need to be. They learn how to deal with anger and fear, about how to live with integrity when you’re hungry.
And they’re funny along the way. I love that on their scary journey, they make me laugh.
Boy did not tell Oriole about the Demon Monster’s reputation for eating children, nor did he mention the moving statues in the garden.
I agree boy, there are some things a girl just doesn’t need to know.
The book is genuinely suspenseful. Each scene leads you towards the next, telling you to hold your breath, wait, there is more to come and the way will be dangerous but don’t worry it will be lit – the dungeon is dark and damp, but she (Oriole) still felt a little warm as she ate. And she still had her tongue. For now.
It’s great storytelling –incredibly moving- the idea that we can lose our dreams, our music, our forest, the threads that tie us to people close to us – even more frightening that our leaders can convince us that we that we don’t need these things anymore. Or that our leaders can convince us that strangers speaking a language we haven’t heard are to be feared.
It’s an important book.
Oriole must go into another world, where people don’t hear her voice as beautiful. She must endure being locked up and threatened by terrible things. And she must risk all to save the city, her forest, her family, her friend. She must believe that those who are lost, those who have committed brutal acts, are not beyond saving.
The Wishbird opens up a discussion on what it is to be human – and how easily we can be convinced that other people aren’t, and how easily our own humanity can be taken – or given away.
This is a love story – love of words, of music, of dreams, of people, of nature, of colour, of flight.
It’s an adventure.
Open the page.
Let the words fly out.
