This is sort of a cliched ghost story where a couple of ornithologist doing a photo study, go to a home on an island and strange things begin to appear. It is intimated that there has been a tragedy in their lives, but we are not privy to that until three-fourths of the way through. The husband is unable to connect with his wife, who he thinks should be openly grieving. While he is sleeping or off working, she encounters intense images, and when she talks to him, he backs away. The problem is that it takes forever to tell the story, and we must be made to wonder. Oh, and other than the freedom thing, what do those little birds have to do with anything?
Review of The Murmuring
