All the Creatures that Breathe: A Novel Based on Real Events
All the Creatures that Breathe
About the time my last book, "When You Find My Body: The Disappearance of Geraldine Largay on the Appalachian Trail" came out, I was invited (likely by accident) to a dinner for writers in Maine's capital.
In the middle of the evening, a writer suggested I get started writing a story that I told him had been sticking with me for 35 years. So, I left the party early and went to work that night. Sixteen months and 150,000 words later, "All the Creatures that Breathe" was born and I'd finally gotten it off my chest.
In the early years of the adventure travel industry, I worked as a guide schlepping people into the mountains of South America and the far north. When my friends and I weren't on contracted trips with clients, we were wannabe explorers dreaming up our own adventures, often at the South American Explorer's Club, or in Mira Flores bars drinking too many Crystal beers or pisco sours. The more difficult and dangerous the adventure, the better.
Sometimes we actually acted on our dreams and got into all manner of trouble. Those were the heady days of our youth. Not all of us lived through it.
In "All the Creatures that Breathe," I changed the names of the players, but the places are real, and the events were real.
The pandemic has curtailed travel for the time being, so strap yourselves into a comfortable chair and let this novel take you on an adventure and experience an expedition and all that goes with it--the good and the bad.
I must warn you all; a couple of terrible things happen in the book, to animals and to people--including women. But fear not, there is also beauty, and love, and art.
I hope you like the ride.
Dee