I gave up after reading over 60% of the book on kindle. I am SO disappointed as Lauren Groff is one of my favorite writers, and I was really looking forward to this her latest novel. Unfortunately, it was a painful, tedious read. The main character is a girl, formerly servant to a wealthy family in colonial settlement, who is on the run after apparently murdering one (or more) of her masters. As far as I got, nothing is clear except that she is running, running, running and trying to survive in the snowy wilderness. There are way too many minute details about her packing and unpacking and repacking her sack, trying to find water, tending to her sore feet, looking for a cave or crevice to sleep in, skewering a nestful of baby squirrels and roasting them (their bones taste like butter), stealing a duck's eggs and then breaking her neck, gathering mushrooms that make her vomit, eating a cupful of grubs, pissing and shitting in the woods--well, you get the idea. I guess I was supposed to be impressed by her perseverance in the face of this ordeal, but honestly, it was just too much until it got boring, and I just couldn't take any more. ( )

“In the tall black wall of the palisade, through a slit too seeming thin for human passage, the girl climbed into the great and terrible wilderness” (1).

This somewhat-shorter novel reads somewhat like a longer epic poem: the narrator, an on-the-run servant in her teens, with great courage and swiftness, flees from famine and servitude at a colonial fort to find freedom, to save her life. On this journey (that feels more like Odysseus’ decade of water-weary travel than her weeks-long sojourn) where she’s running for her life into the northern wild, she seems to experience death and resurrection many times over.

From the vastness of the sea to the vastness of the wilds, there’s so much struggle and mourning and darkness. This heavy lit fiction reads like a mix of Piranesi (she’s alone throughout these trials and tests) and Lord of the Flies (she reminisces on actions darker than kids killing kids in isolation) and Mexican Gothic (her fevered hallucinations make those from MG seem tame) alongside some heavy commentary on colonialism. And while there’s much about monsters and men, religion and nature, the thing that sticks with me the most is this needful, yearning you experience alongside her as she runs farther into the wilderness. You desperately want her to be rescued—or even caught—you just want her to be with others, to escape the terrible loneliness, to be seen by another instead of floating by on the watery perimeter like an apparition who, at the end, accepts that “she [is] still a stranger” and “had imposed herself upon this place” and the simple “acceptance of … her was a gift of grace enough” (240). ( )

“In the tall black wall of the palisade, through a slit too seeming thin for human passage, the girl climbed into the great and terrible wilderness” (1).

This somewhat-shorter novel reads somewhat like a longer epic poem: the narrator, an on-the-run servant in her teens, with great courage and swiftness, flees from famine and servitude at a colonial fort to find freedom, to save her life. On this journey (that feels more like Odysseus’ decade of water-weary travel than her weeks-long sojourn) where she’s running for her life into the northern wild, she seems to experience death and resurrection many times over.

From the vastness of the sea to the vastness of the wilds, there’s so much struggle and mourning and darkness. This heavy lit fiction reads like a mix of Piranesi (she’s alone throughout these trials and tests) and Lord of the Flies (she reminisces on actions darker than kids killing kids in isolation) and Mexican Gothic (her fevered hallucinations make those from MG seem tame) alongside some heavy commentary on colonialism. And while there’s much about monsters and men, religion and nature, the thing that sticks with me the most is this needful, yearning you experience alongside her as she runs farther into the wilderness. You desperately want her to be rescued—or even caught—you just want her to be with others, to escape the terrible loneliness, to be seen by another instead of floating by on the watery perimeter like an apparition who, at the end, accepts that “she [is] still a stranger” and “had imposed herself upon this place” and the simple “acceptance of … her was a gift of grace enough” (240). ( )

"She flew as fast as she could over the mud thinly frozen again in the chill night, into the wild dark woods, because what was behind her was far more deadly than whatever could lie ahead."

A servant girl flees a Jamestown settlement, in colonial America. The wilderness offers even more challenges, as she struggles to survive on her own. I am fan of Groff and I really liked the first half of this adventure story but it began to wear thin, in the second half. It may work better for others. ( )

Een dienstmeisje ontsnapt uit een koloniale nederzetting aan de oostkust van wat later de Verenigde Staten zal worden. Ze heeft niets meer bij zich dan een handvol bezittingen en een rotsvast vertrouwen in de kracht van god. Wat ze aantreft in de wildernis gaat voorbij de grenzen van haar verbeelding, en laat haar
geloof in alles wat haar eigen beschaving haar heeft geleerd wankelen.
De weidse wildernis is een opwindend avonturenverhaal en een indringende vertelling over het zoeken naar nieuwe manieren van leven in een wereld die bezwijkt onder het kolonialisme en religieus fundamentalisme. Het is een profetische roman, die het verhaal van het ontstaan van Amerika in het klein via één meisje op een scharnierpunt in de geschiedenis.
Ik vond het wel mooi, mooie beschrijving van de natuur, maar er staan m.i. ook wel wàt onwaarschijnlijkheden in. In de 17e eeuw, in bittere armoede eet het meisje een sinaasappel…?
Ze maakt vuur in de stam van een boom, ik kan me niet goed voorstellen hoe dat gaat, hoe dat allemaal dan niet in brand vliegt. ( )