As the crow flies, it’s 6,500 miles from central Texas to Japan. Which is to say that the typical setting of a typical Sarah Bird book is half a world removed from the Far East home of Air Force major Mason Patrick “Wild” Root, his wife, Moe, and their brood of six, who populate Austinite Bird’s latest effort, The Yokota Officers Club (Alfred A. Knopf). But even that is just a stone’s throw compared with the stylistic and emotional distance that separates this wry and poignant novel cum memoir from its predecessors. Without sacrificing her waggish perspective, Bird has built a serious book exploring all manner of human bonds—sibling, marital, international, and more. Told from the viewpoint of Air Force daughter Bernie Root, peace-marching coed in the era of Lyndon Johnson’s Vietnam, it is a tale of family alliances and rebellions that sidesteps cliché and embraces bittersweet reality.Bird’s previous novels have rightfully enjoyed a measure of good notices and loyal readers. The Boyfriend School is archly entertaining, though maybe too anxious in its pursuit of comic setups and witty knockdowns. The Mommy Club is a brash and quirky litcom—likely the world’s introduction to surrogate motherhood as a comic device. And Virgin of the Rodeo explored road-novel territory by dragging its patently asocial heroine out of the house on a bawdy Southwestern romp. But The Yokota Officers Club is a stunning leap from even the best of those. It’s a thoroughly engrossing reinvention of Bird’s own Air Force-brat background in the Far East, including an irony-free take on her go-go-dancing “tour” of Japan at age eighteen, when she played nightclub shows with a bargain-basement stand-up comic.
After I failed to lure Bird away from her computer for a friendly interrogation over coffee (the threat of a screenwriters strike had her feverishly scripting for Lynda Obst and Paramount), we settled for an e-mail pas de deux.
In Yokota Officers Club, Bernie Root (rebellious teenage daughter) finds herself stranded in alien surroundings (as do Gretchen Griner from The Boyfriend School and Trudy Herring from The Mommy Club). It seems social ineptness is your major recurring theme. Do you embrace outsiderhood? And what about military brats—different from civilian kids?
Just shoved my family out the door for Crouching Tiger. I’m going to take a grateful break from the screenplay and have a party with your questions.
I’d have to say that outsiderhood embraced me. So, yes, as a pathologically shy child born into a military family, “alien” was my most familiar motif. I aspired to be socially inept but never really made it up to that level.
The happiest years of my childhood—both of them—were spent in San Antonio, where I went to seventh and eighth grade at Holy Name School and came to adore Mexican American culture. No one was an outsider there. There was a place for everyone, even a bird as odd as Sarah Bird. (And trust me, Mike, being almost five foot ten by the age of eleven and virtually catatonic, I was quite the looming oddity.)
Then, of course, my family was transferred. We were ripped out of our little paradise and put into a new public school. With civilians, Protestant civilians. PE was the worst shock. Since good Catholic girls didn’t have bodies, my physical education up to that point had consisted entirely