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wanted to love this completely like The Solace of Open Spaces, but it felt a bit scattered with too many metaphors/similes, meandering digressions into ideas of philosophy, metaphysics, etc.
I really like her nature writing, I especially like when she meditates on inwardlooking topics but something was lacking here that made Open Spaces so magical.
Maybe it's not even fair to compare them, This one has less of a central topic to gather around and just follows her very smart, well read, dreamy but scientific and natureloving mind on its wandering through her thoughts, some of her days, travels, and musings on the seasons.
Very meditative, still some of the mindbendingly gorgeous writing that's her trademark, Yes, gods of observation and lyrical description exist, and Ehlrich is one of them, but who are we, dear mortals, to peer into the unfiltered, unfocused observations of such a god How can we not melt away and drown in the details and beauty Aye, Ehrlich has written a book, but after drowning I am not sure if I'd read it again.
Curse ye, mortal coil!
/, Took me many months to finish I loved this book more than The Solace of Open Spaces, Much more. How Ehrlich writes poetically and whimsically about quantum science is a mystery to me she also connects humans to humans, humans to animals, and humans to nature and the vast world in profound and fluid ways.
Her essays “Island,” “Spring,” and “Architecture” are my favorite, In general this collection is as transcendent as it is grounding, Ill hold this book close for a long time, This book floored me. It deserves a second reading before I write a review here,
It is rare I am hit so powerfully by a book, and particularly by a work of nonfiction.
I tend to fall in love with nonfiction because of its subject, not its prose, but the language is rich and full of ache and the essays resonate deeply in my body.
Her essays are make one take a step back and look at familiar environments, Ehrlich doesn't just let what happens to her go unnoticed, She takes what she observes and incorporates what she learns to reexamine her surrounding, I enjoyed the book and will have to read again when back in Wyoming, I had such a hard time with this book, I read this for class and I was the only person in my class that really didn't like it, Ehrlich is all over the place in her writing and I had such a hard time focusing, That's not to say she's a bad writershe is, in fact, quite talented, A lot of my classmates appreciated this lack of focus, but I just couldn't do it, I came out more confused than anything else, I couldn't really even tell you what this book is about, If I learned anything while reading Islands, Universe, Home, it's that I prefer more structure in the books I read.
It was a good reading experience to havebeing exposed to a writing style that I'm not fond ofbut I certainly don't ever need to read it again.
This is another excellent collection of essays and observations on living, nature, etc from Gretel Ehrlich, I was a little disappointed in this one, I really loved The Solace of Open Spaces and A Match to the Heart, and while these essays in Islands.
. . are fine, they didn't wow me as much as her other stuff, Hard science meets Eastern philosophy in essays that describe fascination with the sacred in the natural world, mainly Wyoming and Japan but also California and Hawaii.
For people who like science, nature writing, Eastern religions, the American West, You might also enjoy:
sitelinkThe Solace of Open Spaces
sitelinkUpstream: Select Essays
sitelinkBraiding Sweetgrass
sitelinkPilgrim at Tinker Creek
sitelinkHigh Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never
sitelinkSinging Wilderness
sitelinkThe Lonely Land
sitelinkDesert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness
sitelinkA Field Guide to Getting Lost
sitelinkThe River of Consciousness
sitelinkFire Season: Field Notes from a Wilderness Lookout
sitelinkSmokejumper
sitelinkUnder a Flaming Sky: The Great Hinckley Firestorm of
sitelinkThe Big Burn: Teddy Roosevelt and the Fire That Saved America i wanted to love this but didn'tmaybe i'm not giving enough to my reading these days.
i've been tearing through books, wanting them to thrill me, maybe not trying hard enough to be thrilled, i wanted these essays to impress me as much as her essay, 'the solace of open spaces'i wanted more of her elemental lyricism.
oh dear, i wanted this, i wanted thatmaybe that's what got in the way, Here's what I think must have happened: Horace Kephart went to Wyoming, married Annie Dillard, and they had this daughter named Gretel.
. Many moons ago, I was introduced to the writing of sitelinkAnnie Dillard, Her books sitelinkPilgrim at Tinker Creekand sitelinkTeaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encountersshowed me that the world of essays can and often should exist in nature in order to reach a deeper understanding of ourselves.
Had I been introduced to the writing of Gretel Ehrlich, who appears to have taken a cue from Dillard in terms of nature writing and the larger theme of place in the universe, I might have taken my notebook into the woods to write, never to return until I had written everything I have ever wanted to say.
The ten essays in Ehrlichscollection deal her relationship with the natural world, The majority of the pieces take place in Wyoming with her dog by her side or a horse between her legs.
She writes about birthing calves and searching for a lost dog and being watched silently by a mountain lion, Ehrlichs world is vastly different from the world many Americans live in, but that is what makes her voice so powerful.
She manages to write about the landscape, the above her as she sleeps outdoors, and what it means to be alive in a way that is familiar to any reader.
To trace the history of a river or a raindrop, as sitelinkJohn MuirThrough writing about her own humanity through the scope of nature, she allows for the reader to think about her own humanity as well, alongside Ehrlich on the ranch she shares with her husband or floating on a blue canoe on the nineacre lake on their property.
would have done, is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.
In both, we constantly seek and stumble on divinity, which, like the cornice feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself over and over again.
“The Source of a River,”
Ehrlich is the master of asking questions in her writing, pondering “out loud”, so to speak, inviting the reader to join her on her quest to find the answers the answers which might not exist in the first place:
Im looking for summer, but I cant find how or where it begins.Ehrlichs obsessions become our obsessions, She is on a quest for home similar as sitelinkSandra Cisneros in sitelinkA House of My Own: Stories from My Life.
Is it a prick of light, the spark from a horseshoe striking rock as I ride into the mountains Can it be found in the green eruption of a leaf Its my obsession, you see, to seek origins.
“Summer,”
Their individual landscapes might be vastly different the plains of Wyoming versus the streets of Chicago and Mexico, but they long to understand themselves through the study of where they are in life and the people they have known.
In the process of their quests, both Ehrlich and Cisneros view the world through a universal lens of the written word, a film of lyricism:
Diesel engines roar I listen for singing.Ehrlich reminds me that its okay to write poetically, to play with sentence structure, to end an essay with ellipses if necessary, and to get outside more often.
“Home is How Many Places,”
I enjoy her writing style, This did hold up to Solace in Open Spaces, Her reflections on Wyoming country are the best, Her experience of the yellowstone fire inwas especially poignant, I wanted to love this, but found Erlich almost frantic in her writing, The pacing is off and she skims through deep thought after deep thought without actually pausing to reflect, or allowing us to reflect for her.
In the opening canto of "Man With the Blue Guitar," the poet Wallace Stevens plays philosopher John Locke's famous phrase "things as they are" against the refrain "the blue guitar," symbol of the lyric imagination.
A similar interchange of outer reality and inner vision inspires the savory prose of Gretel Ehrlich's latest essay collection, her first since "The Solace of Open Spaces"
Islands, the Universe, Home begins and ends in Wyoming, but goes beyond, to the Channel Islands off the California coast and to mountain Shinto temples in Japan, where the author made a pilgrimage.
Her essays, however, are not tied to place, and thus these leaps enlarge, rather than jar, her writing she uses place as a point of departure for her images and explorations of architecture, anthropology, a golden eagle, the Yellowstone fire, physics, time, astronomy, and much more.
Nice reviews, and there's nothing I like better than the interchange of outer reality amp inner vision, with a sprinkle of anthropology and a dash of golden eagle thrown in for seasoning.
So I expected to like the book,
I didn't much care for this book, however, I thought the author was grasping for lyrical flights of fancy, trying too hard to for witty plays on words and mystical, worldshaking revelations.
They all fell flat, and the book never "took off" for me, but remained a read I waded through, like gumbo mud.
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