Sea snails offer the first clue that something is going terribly wrong in the fictional California town of Baywood. But not they’re your average sea snails — these attack whatever they cling to. Then, a mysterious infection creeps into the wildlife, leaving nothing safe — least of all the townspeople.
Nicholas Belardes of San Luis Obispo drew from his experiences growing up in California’s rural Central Coast to draft his debut novel “The Deading” (Erewhon Books), an apocalyptic vision of how ecological degradation fuels a society’s collapse. The New York Times Book Review raved: “‘The Deading’ is a dystopian eco-horror that perfectly balances social critique, lyricism and ghastliness. It’s a claustrophobic mosaic of a novel and an outstanding debut.”
Belardes answered questions via email about the novel. This conversation has been edited for clarity and length:
Q. Birds play a central role in “The Deading.” You are an avid birder yourself, so did the idea for this novel come out of your experiences observing the natural world?
A: You never know where the germ for a novel might come from. I’d read a bunch of Jeff VanderMeer novels and thought we were due a West Coast version of “Annihilation.” So, right away I knew I wanted to write eco-horror, something about nature, something unsettling. I didn’t know there would be birds.
Also, I knew I wanted to pen a story with the feel of an H.G. Wells’ something-comes-from-outer-space feel in its backstory. Something that rises from the deep, transforms humanity. I got to thinking: What if that something unknown was in sympatico with the ocean? And we all know that the oceans are a mess – ocean warming, climate change, mass bird and whale die-offs, toxicity from ocean dumping grounds, coastal nuclear facilities, sand dunes full of microplastics and metals because of “off-road recreation,” and birds migrating and breeding in that mess while government entities look the other way and collect recreation fees. It was the perfect stew for horror, my backyard, the California Central Coast.
That led to my own definition of eco-horror: the literature of confronting the damage we’ve done to the natural world.
With all of that said, “The Deading” does center around my bird studies. There’s power in observing nature. Stories we can tell about behaviors: hunting, migrating, surviving, dying. Bird lives play out in front of us daily. And sometimes, well, it can be a monster story. My first birding experiences included a swampy grove of trees and scrub in Los Osos, California called Pecho Road Willows. I being hunched on a board in the mud and cold, waiting for some rail or warbler to come creeping out. It was then realized I was the monster to them, creeping in on their turf!
I’d already written a third of the novel pre-pandemic. If I hadn’t started birdwatching around then, the novel’s shape would have been completely different both in structure and character types.
Q. A Chicano teenager named Blas Enriquez is one of the central characters in the novel. In the book’s foreword you say, “When you can’t see yourself in the future, then someone/something has erased something about you. This is why we need more brown characters and sci-fi, fantasy, and horror… .” Can you talk about that?
A: I’m Chicano, but also dual ethnic: Mexican American father, White mother. Growing up, I read everything from “Huckleberry Finn” to “Dune,” “The Lord of the Rings,” “The Catcher in the Rye,” to “Jane Eyre.” Do brown kids see themselves in those stories? I didn’t. I had my own issues being dual ethnic. Thing is, we have to ask ourselves, what is imagination supposed to do for us? Are we supposed to feel abandoned? Excluded? I vote: included. We need stories that confront our very place in America. We’ve got to shove our square-peg selves into round holes even if we’re not wanted.
“The Deading” reveals birding’s own collective amnesia and often collective dismissiveness in a similar way. Blas, an angry young rasquache (poor) birder in the story has choice words for John James Audubon of yesteryear, and that’s because he knows how left out he would be in that antiquated, racist world of powerful White male ornithologists. Blas can see through the veil because those dismissive, racist remnants still exist: the shaming, the way he’s ostracized, the way he’s dismissed and ignored.
Blas’s anger and grief are my critique of birding from a Brown teenage birder’s point of view, because that is the community being left out. And that’s the community who should be angriest. So, Blas gives the novel its political bent, a “way in” so to speak, a way to talk about ethnicity, science, people, and community. He takes aim at any grumpy old White birdwatcher who has literally either ignored any conversation of ethnicity, or stated this equivalent: “Ethnicity doesn’t matter in birding.”
Ornithology similarly has to expand its thinking. I mean, we all need to care about birds, but not to the extent where we cling to ancestor worship through bird names like Townsend’s Warbler. John Kirk Townsend exhumed Indigenous remains to try to prove some kind of Indian inferiority. That racist legacy is like some kind of sticky goo, and Blas reminds us of that truth.
“The Deading” by Nicholas Belardes (Erewhon Books, 2024; 304 pages)
