Nearly 15 years ago, I had the good fortune of receiving an advance reader copy of M.L. Stedman’s stunning debut historical novel, The Light Between Oceans. It had me sobbing in the end, and it remains one of my all-time favorite reads. I have been eagerly awaiting the author’s next novel ever since. A Far-Flung Life was worth the wait.

The emotional pace of this sophomore novel was a bit slower than Stedman’s debut, which some readers may not appreciate. For me, however, it allowed time for me to get to know the central characters and to savor the beautiful writing.
The story opens with family tragedy in Western Australia, 1958. The MacBrides are pastoralists on a vast and remote piece of land where they tend sheep and sell wool. Through the generations, they worked the land, battled one devastating challenge after another, and kept dark secrets to protect the people they loved. The setting is as much a character as any other is the story, and it is loved just as much by the MacBrides. In many ways, it is a member of the family.
There is much sadness and despair in this family saga, and there is also love and hope, strength and perseverance. There is page after page of prose that grabs hold of you, makes you pause and wince, then urges you to keep reading. One example…
“The crash that claimed those MacBride lives was not an extraordinary event. A light coating of death dusts any scene you care to observe in the bush: the desiccated tree weathered into twisted stone, the rams’ horns flaking in the dirt, the insects banked up again the flywire of the homestead window in a snowdrift of wings and legs. Death twinkles in this landscape like mineral sand.”









