Bat Flowers, Bat Fish, Fruit Bats

My first encounter with bats was in Lahore, in my dadi's house in Model Town. It was one of those beat old houses with high ceilings, and a front gate that nearly fell on my sister and me when we were swinging on it one day, pulling down with it the huge cement pillar holding it in place. If there hadn't been a ditch, cupping me as the gate fell, I'd have died. I think my sister got scratched. That kind of house. Probably full of jinns. It is where I heard my first jinn story. BUT that is not what this post is about. One night a bat flew inside the bedroom where we all slept together in a line of beds. I was transfixed, and probably a little scared. It was my first bat. Years later, in Upstate New York, I encountered more bats, and liked them less. They'd fly into pizza joints and into my apartment building and hang in the window outside my door. Years later still, in Sydney, I saw my first fruit bats. These were different sorts of bats, with a delightful name: flying foxes. I returned to Lahore, Pakistan, to tell my hubby about them. A friend overheard and said there were flying foxes in our very own Lahore. Sure enough, there they were in Jinnah Park, dangling upside down with furry red breasts exposed, though they can be hard to see--from a distance, they look a bit like shapeless pods. Of course they made it into the book I was writing at the time. (There's a scene in The Geometry of God where Amal meets her lover Omar at Jinnah Park and they talk about the bats ...) On a visit to Malaysia, I saw a bat fish. These are terrifically hard to spot, but they favor mangroves, so poke around the roots and weeds. They are so lovely, sort of like seahorses in how they drift dreamily. The one I saw swam right by me, all upright and introverted, and at first I thought it was a leaf. They are slow drifters; Dave and I were able to look upon it till we were almost sated, but then it just disappeared. And now, a week ago, in Lyon Arboretum, Honolulu, I saw a black bat flower. These are some of the strangest and most gorgeous flowers I've ever seen (and apparently, quite rare). They have long silky tendrils or "whiskers" that are purplish in the sun and the petals are glossy and rich. They aren't exactly pretty; more like stunningly intense, and with no smell. Check out the photos above. White bat flower; Black bat flower in Lyon Arboretum, Honolulu (a different one from the same cluster posted in the previous post); and flying foxes in Jinnah Park, Lahore. I know, the bats are shadowy. But if you zoom in and think friendly bat thoughts, they might reveal themselves.

Hawaii Flowers -- OAHU (Lyon Arboretum, April-May 2010)





Hawaii Book and Music Festival

The 5th Annual Hawaii Book and Music Festival will be held this weekend, May 15-16 10:00a.m.-5:00p.m. at Honolulu Hale. Free admission and parking! Lots of food, and, well, books and music ...

PLUS, I will be in the Authors' Pavilion on Sunday May 16 from 12:00p.m-1:00p.m reading a little and talking a little. And signing copies of both Trespassing and The Geometry of God in the Revolution Books' stall at 11:00a.m. and in the Barnes and Noble tent at 1:00p.m. Hope to see you there!

For more info on the festival, see hawaiibookandmusicfestival.org