Imagine waking up in the desert with no idea what happened to you. You have clear memories of situations and places, but a complete loss in personal matters… like your own name. This situation is bad, and you have no idea how to get home.
When you’re rescued by a talking yak, the situation gets exponentially worse. You have obviously lost your mind. The immediate needs of a ride off the salt pan and searing heat, along with a drink of water, outweigh the concerns about your mental state.
This is exactly what happened to the Yak Guy. In fact, he’s been placed in an alternate world and given a chance to start over in life.
Can this selfish, almost parasitic, young man learn to start over in a world where charity is hard to find? Life is brutal and short here, but he’s going to have to adapt or perish.
The Yak Guy project is loosely based around The Fool’s Journey from the Tarot. Those with experience in Tarot will spot people and situations from the Major Arcana.
Near to death, with no idea of where he is or why he is there, a hapless survivor meets a yak in the desert.
The opening chapter is a corker!
I loved the yak from the get-go, with his sensible advice, observations and his sense of humour. With the help (and patience) of this yak, the survivor will learn the difference between need and want, beginning a massive learning curve for him.
In many ways, this story reminded me of The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, in which a traveller encounters many challenges on his journey through life. Another story about destiny and fulfilment leading to wisdom.
Elements of the Major Arcana from the Tarot appear in the people and situations our survivor finds, creating a thoroughly fascinating insight as we travel the road with him.
The Yak Guy Project is a highly unusual and entertaining story, just what we have come to expect from the author, Craig Boyack.
I loved every person the survivor meets and every lesson he learns, and I can highly recommend The Yak Guy Project to everyone.
If I haven’t managed to convince you to read this book, here is an excerpt…
I stepped up to the edge, and below us, in a natural cavity, was a pool of water. There was about ten feet of cliff to get to it.
“This is a known water hole. Take the bag, tie it to the rope, and fill it. Then pour it into the trough so I can drink.” The yak nosed a rock that looked like it had been carved into a trough by cavemen.
I grabbed the waterskin. “Get your own damned water. I’m thirsty.”
“I’ve helped you. Now you need to help me.”
“Fine. I’ll do it, but I’m drinking first.”
The yak approached the ledge again. He swung a horn into the small of my back and flicked me off the ledge. I dropped the bag and yelled. Water smacked me like the concrete at a skate park. It wasn’t cold, but it was a shock.
When I clawed my way back to the surface, I gasped for air. Blood ran from my nostrils. “You fucker. When I get up there I’m going to kick your ass.” I reached for the edge, but couldn’t find a hand-hold. I circled the pool, but the cliff walls were nearly vertical all the way around. “I’m trapped, asshole.”
“So it appears. Do you have a plan? Perhaps you can get your drink while you’re down there.”
“You’ve got to get me out of here. You climb like a goat. Come get me.”
“I will not. Some terrain is too steep even for me.”
“You can’t just leave me here.”
“Actually, I can.”
“Please!” The yak backed away from the ledge. The sound of gravel crunching lasted long enough to tell me he hadn’t left. A rope unfurled toward the pool, and the yak peered over the edge. “Wrap it around your waist.”
I floundered over to the rope, and wrapped it around my middle. “Okay, pull me up.”
“You forgot my water.”
The yak won the argument.