The red bird that appears to Leigh in the aftermath of Mom’s suicide represents rebirth and transformation, particularly as they pertain to death and the afterlife. It also represents the importance of memory in making peace with death and coming to terms with one’s grief. The novel begins with Leigh’s conviction that Mom is not dead, but has instead transformed into a large, red bird. The bird that is Leigh’s mother leads her to reconnect with her Taiwanese family and the traumatic past which led Mom to cut ties with them. In this way, the bird initiates another kind of metamorphosis, guiding Leigh to confront issues of identity, grief, and guilt, and thereby altering her understanding of herself and her family. It is worth noting that Mom’s continued existence as the red bird is temporary, lasting 49 days after her death. Nevertheless, the bird’s final act recalls the image of a phoenix—a mythical bird that bursts into flames and is reborn from the ashes. In the same way, Mom’s presence is not erased so much as it is transformed, as Leigh gains access to a deeper understanding of her mother through her memories. Thus, the red bird’s symbolism challenges the idea of death as an ending by showing how a person can view death as a transition to a new state of being.
Red Bird Quotes in The Astonishing Color of After
Chapters 1-10 Quotes
“Leigh,” said the bird.
I would have known that voice anywhere. That was the voice that used to ask if I wanted a glass of water after a good cry, or suggest a break from homework with freshly baked cookies, or volunteer to drive to the art store. It was a yellow voice, knit from bright and melodic syllables, and it was coming from the beak of this red creature.
My eyes took in her size: nothing like the petite frame my mother had while human. She reminded me of a red-crowned crane, but with a long, feathery tail. Up close I could see that every feather was a different shade of red, sharp and gleaming.
Chapters 11-20 Quotes
“Listen. Your grandparents put this package together, planning to send it. But they changed their minds. Instead, they burned it. The photos and the letters. The necklace, which I mailed to them. They burned all of it.”
Waipo murmurs something, shaking her head.
“They burned it so that your mother could have these with her on her next journey,” Dad translates, his voice dropping low.
“But Mom—the bird.” I feel everything tilt and bump. I’m a top teetering at the end of its spin, a squeeze of asphaltum paint sullying zinc white. “You have to tell them about the bird.”
Chapters 31-40 Quotes
“After a person’s death, they have forty-nine days to process their karma and let go of the things that make them feel tied to this life—things like people and promises and memories. Then they make their transition. So the temple will keep each yellow tablet for forty-nine days. After that, they’re burned.”
The thudding in my head matches the thudding against my ribs. “What transition?”
“Rebirth, of course,” says Feng.
Chapters 61-70 Quotes
“I think people see ghosts all the time,” says Feng. “And I think ghosts want to be seen. They want to be reassured that they truly exist. They drift back into this world after passing through the gates of death into another dimension, and suddenly they hear every thought, speak every language, understand things they didn’t get when they were alive.”
Chapters 81-90 Quotes
What if I wasn’t meant to unlock all those memories? What if those things were supposed to stay tucked away, hidden and eventually forgotten?
Is this what my mother—before she turned into a red and winged beast, back when she still wove magical worlds over the piano keys, and delighted in the look of a perfectly done waffle, and called my name in her warm bismuth-yellow way—is this what she would’ve wanted? For me to chase after ghosts? For me to uncover what answers I could, and try to stitch together the broken pieces of my family history?
[…]
I want you to remember
Maybe Mom crossed that out because she changed her mind.
Chapters 91-100 Quotes
My mother’s dying soaked down through the carpet, through the wood. When it was done with the bedroom, it took over our house, and then it moved on to me. It soaked through my hair and skin and bone, through my skull and deep into my brain. Now it’s staining everything, leaking that blackest black into the rest of the world.
Chapters 101-108 Quotes
It’s not my room at all. I mean, it is, but it looks completely different. While I’ve been away chasing after ghosts and memories, Axel has been busy painting my walls.
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It feels like the inverse of what he usually does—making music out of images. This time he’s captured a world of sound in two dimensions. It feels like one of Mom’s piano sonatas described in paint.
[…]
There is, at the top of the southwest corner, a red beast with wide wings, a dark beak, a long trailing tail. I freeze in place, because there’s no way he knew about the bird.



