When the birds fly south

by Stanton A. Coblentz

Dan Prescott, an American adventurer, discovers the hidden valley of Sobul in a mountainous region of Afghanistan, inhabited by a strange race of winged people known as the Ibandru. One of them, Yasma, he falls in love with and marries in a scene of general celebration. When fall comes, however, the Ibandru abandon their valley to fly south with the birds for the winter. Unable to bear the loss of Yasma, Prescott pleads with her to remain with him rather than participate in the traditional migration, with tragic consequences for his marriage.

223 pages, Unknown Binding

First published January 1, 1945

About the author

Stanton Arthur Coblentz was an American author and poet. He received a Master's Degree in English literature and then began publishing poetry during the early 1920s. His first published science fiction was "The Sunken World," a satire about Atlantis, in Amazing Stories Quarterly for July, 1928. The next year, he published his first novel, The Wonder Stick. But poetry and history were his greatest strengths. Coblentz tended to write satirically. He also wrote books of literary criticism and nonfiction concerning historical subjects. Adventures of a Freelancer: The Literary Exploits and Autobiography of Stanton A. Coblentz was published the year after his death.

Reviews

[Sandy · Rating 5 out of 5]

Never let it be said that you can’t learn anything from Facebook! It was on the Vintage Paperback and Pulp Forum there, for example, that this reader recently discovered his newest favorite author. Several of my very knowledgeable fellow members on that page happened to be discussing the merits of a writer who I had previously never even heard of before; a man with the curious name Stanton A. Coblentz. Very much intrigued, I later did a little nosing about, and managed to lay my hands on Coblentz' highly regarded "When the Birds Fly South." And I am so glad that I did. This novel, as the author revealed later, was his very favorite of all his many sci-fi/fantasy works. It was, appropriately enough, originally released in 1945 as a Wings Press hardcover ("wings," birds and flight are central images in the book's story line), and afterward languished in relative obscurity, until the editors of the esteemed Newcastle Forgotten Fantasy Classic series revived it in 1980, and with a pleasing introduction by its author. Thus, after 35 years of neglect, Coblentz' name, as well as his favorite creation, were made accessible to a new generation of readers. It was the Newcastle edition that this reader was fortunate enough to acquire, although the novel has been republished twice since then.

Very much a lost-race fantasy of the type popularized some 60 years earlier by the great H. Rider Haggard, "When the Birds Fly South" is narrated, at some remove in time, by its main protagonist, Dan Prescott. Prescott had been a 33-year-old geologist, exploring the summer valleys of Afghanistan with a team of nine other scientists and their native guides, when a very unusual mountain had been discovered. At its top stood what appeared to be an enormous statue of a woman, with her arms uplifted as if in prayer. Prescott and one of his colleagues had attempted to climb to the summit and look over this unexpected wonder, but a sudden fog had separated the two men, and caused Dan to tumble down a slope and break his right arm. Fortunately, he was later rescued by a curious group of people known as the Ibandru, who had taken Dan to their hidden valley, cupped in the mountainous solitudes. There, Dan healed after some time, and soon fell in love with the charming, 17-year-old woman, Yasma, who had nursed him back to health. But come November, when the birds flew south, the entire tribe had disappeared, one by one, leaving Prescott to fend for himself for the entire winter. And come spring, the Ibandru had just as mysteriously reappeared. Before long, Dan had pressured Yasma into marriage, even though the young maiden protested that Yulada (the above-mentioned statue, which the Ibandru worshipped as a goddess) would never permit it, and that come the following winter, she must once again migrate south without him. But despite the dire warnings of the tribal soothsayer Hamul-Kammesh, the marriage had proceeded. And all had indeed gone well, even after Yasma had mysteriously vanished and left Dan alone again for a second winter. But when Prescott had physically restrained her from leaving during his third winter in the valley of Sobul, that is when tragedy had descended on them all....

Despite having been chosen by the Newcastle people as the 23rd in their well-regarded series of 24 forgotten fantasy gems, "When the Birds Fly South" only barely squeaks by as a fantasy work, I feel. In the main, it is almost a tale of romance with an admixture of lost-race anthropology. Although the cover of the Newcastle edition depicts (in spoilerish fashion) the pleasing fantasy image of winged humans soaring over mountains alongside their avian companions, the novel itself is far more subtle. And indeed, those readers who are hoping for a scene in which Prescott sees Yasma and the other Ibandru sprout wings and take off might be a tad disappointed at how things play out here. Likewise, it is left ambiguous by the author whether or not Yulada has any godlike abilities or not. Thus, what we are left with is more of an understated, restrained, low-key fantasy, in which things are suggested and implied, rather than blatantly spelled out. But oh my goodness, what a beautiful fantasy it is!

Stanton Coblentz, besides being a writer of pulp sci-fi, was also an accomplished poet, as any reader who ventures a few chapters deep into this, his favorite novel, will most likely begin to suspect fairly quickly. To be succinct, his book is beautifully, almost lyrically written. It is as if one of Haggard's classic lost-race novels were being done over by an author with the soul of a genuine poet, although nobody has ever topped Haggard at this type of tale. Coblentz writes simply but effectively, and his love scenes and descriptions of nature are to be marveled at. Thus, when the snowbound Prescott awakens one morning after a fierce blizzard, we get this:

"...It was an altered world that greeted me; the clouds had rolled away, and the sky, barely tinged with the last fading pink and buff of dawn, was of a pale, unruffled blue. But a white sheet covered the ground, and mantled the roofs of the log huts, and wove fantastic patterns over the limbs of leafless bushes and trees. All things seemed new-made and beautiful, yet all were wintry and forlorn--and what a majestic sight were the encircling peaks! Their craggy shoulders, yesterday bare and gray and dotted with only an occasional patch of white, were clothed in immaculate snowy garments, reaching far heavenward from the upper belts of the pines, whose dark green seemed powdered with an indistinguishable spray...."

The entirety of "When the Birds Fly South" is like this, written in a style that is almost like prose poetry and that effortlessly pulls the reader in. Coblentz' story is a fascinating, highly atmospheric one; the Ibandru natives who we get to know (mainly Yasma’s father and two brothers) are admirable and intelligent men; and Yasma herself--elfin child of nature that she is--is both lovable and sympathetic. She and Prescott are both well-drawn, appealing characters, although, if Dan has our full sympathies as his narrative begins, we do start to lose some of that sympathy for him as his stubbornness and blindness begin to precipitate tragedy. And this lost fantasy really is a sweet, tender and tragic romance, well deserving of a modern-day reappraisal. I couldn't wait to get home from work to sit down and get back into it--a sure sign of a gripping novel, well told--and the evenings that I spent getting deeper and deeper into Coblentz' hidden valley of Sobul were very pleasant ones for me, indeed. Actually, I quite loved this book, and Coblentz' beautiful writing style. "When the Birds Fly South" is a memorable, unique novel that I unreservedly commend to all readers' attention. I find myself wanting to familiarize myself with more of Stanton A. Coblentz; his wonderfully titled novels "After 12,000 Years" (1950), "Into Plutonian Depths" (1950), "Under the Triple Suns" (1955) and "The Crimson Capsule" (1967) even now seem to be exerting their siren song on me. Stay tuned....

(By the way, this review originally appeared on the FanLit website at http://www.fantasyliterature.com/ ... a most ideal destination for all fans of Stanton A. Coblentz....)

[Derek · Rating 2 out of 5]

I'm left wondering about the strange alternate universe where the central conceit of the book isn't spoiled, at least in concept, by the cover. Coblentz and his narrator spare no words foreshadowing the strange property of the Ibandru people and the (convenient) surrounding of mystery and taboo.

In terms of actual event, it was very restrained, being mostly an exercise in pure expression and poetic language.

If you're into that sort of thing. I'm not. It got to the point of turning to a slow, grinding tragedy without any real hope of surprising me, so was unlikely to reward the effort.

[James Stoddard · Rating 5 out of 5]

In 1884, H. Rider Haggard’s book, King Solomon’s Mines, created the “Lost Race” novel, an enormously popular sub-genre driven by that century’s public fascination with its numerous archeological finds. Tons of novels followed, in which a party of explorers, led by a handsome, fearless hero, encounters a hidden civilization, always containing a beautiful woman. The hero and the woman fall in love; the bad guys plot villainy; the hero gets the girl in the end. Writers such as Edgar Rice Burroughs, A. Merritt, and Robert E. Howard all used variations to considerable success. (King Solomon’s Mines would later inspire a little movie called The Raiders of the Lost Ark.)

I had heard of When the Birds Fly South (1945) for a number of years, but had avoided reading it, thinking it would be too similar to other lost race novels. I tried it this week and thoroughly enjoyed it. The writing style is lovely; the main character, rather than a superman, is flawed and very human. The gigantic image of the goddess, Yulada, is used to excellent effect. I don’t want to say too much and give away the story. I came away from the book contemplating the difference between men and women, more than the difference between two races. Sadly, this book is out of print. If you buy the 1980 Newcastle paperback edition, don’t read the author’s introduction, which contains spoilers.

[Tell Tale Books · Rating 4 out of 5]

-Gregory Kerkman