Half of the life of trees takes place underground, and almost all of it happens too slowly to catch our attention. Trees communicate with each other and with other species through chemical signals and soundwaves that we need instruments to detect.
Wohlleben draws on the scientific literature and his life's work as a forester to talk about what's going on with trees. Trying to take the tree's point of view of those facts does lead him to anthropomorphize, but that mostly shows up in adjectives: he'll call a tree's behavior "loutish" or describe salt spray as "painful".
The 36 short chapters are perfect for reading at bedtime, then turning out the lights and imagining what it is like to be a tree.
I went up to Masonville to watch "A Band Called Death", a movie about a Black proto-punk band in 1970's Detroit. (At the dark of the moon, Neal projects a movie onto the side of the barn. A few friends come to watch and be social, six feet apart.) I thought the movie's ratio of talk to music was way off. But we all got to see the comet! I looked for it again when I got home but there was too much light pollution.
My reading brain seems to be coming out of lockdown. I'm reading The Breath of the Sun by Isaac Fellman for SF book group. I managed to read This is how you lose the time war by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone for last month's SF book group. One nice thing about having book group online is that someone I really like who has moved away has been joining us, and both my kids, who are not in the book group but loved This is how you lose joined us last month.
Next I will read The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben for Tawanda book group. I was thinking of choosing The Overstory Richard Powers for my month, but it isn't out in paperback! It would go so well with this book and with Braiding Sweetgrass, which I chose last year.
Movies I watched from the library in the time of coronavirus:
The Sisters Brothers Bumblebee The Milagro Beanfield War The Muppets E.T. Jumnaji: the Next Level Jojo Rabbit Hustlers Queen & Slim The Chi, season 1 If Beale Street Could Talk
I watched things on Kanopy and Netflix too, but I don't know how to see my history there.
If you or anyone you know gets covid-19 and doesn't recover completely and immediately, I think you would be glad to have read this essay, about "What to do when your body forgets how to be well."
I am just not reading! I hope I get my reading brain back before Network Effect comes to my mailbox.
I lent some books to the neighbor kids today. Ursula Vernon's Nurk and Kelly Jones's Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer for the nine-year-old. Nova's Ark, by David Kirk, I Spy Treasure Hunt: A Book of Picture Riddles, a pop-up book about bees, and the DK Insect for the five-year-old.
I'm doing okay as long as I tire myself out every day. Fortunately I have a young healthy dog who chews things that should not be chewed if she doesn't get enough exercise, and also I ordered way too many plants, including three lilacs and three buddleias, and I have to finish digging out the old dead hedge before they get here.
The Horticulture department's plant sale is happening online this year. It opens to non-members tomorrow at 7:00. I do not wake up at 7:00, but I will get my shopping list ready tonight.
There’s another analogy that comes to mind. When a caterpillar enters its chrysalis, it dissolves itself, quite literally, into liquid. In this state, what was a caterpillar and will be a butterfly is neither one nor the other, it’s a sort of living soup. Within this living soup are the imaginal cells that will catalyse its transformation into winged maturity. May the best among us, the most visionary, the most inclusive, be the imaginal cells – for now we are in the soup. The outcome of disasters is not foreordained. It’s a conflict, one that takes place while things that were frozen, solid and locked up have become open and fluid – full of both the best and worst possibilities. We are both becalmed and in a state of profound change.
I think that is the quintessential Rebecca Solnit metaphor.
Gods, Monsters, and the Lucky Peach, by Kelly Robson, for SF book group. I am loving it.
• What did you recently finish reading?
A Right To Die, by Rex Stout, from one of the Little Free Libraries in my neighborhood.
• What do you think you’ll read next?
A Taste of Honey, by Kai Ashante Wilson, for SF book group. (We're reading two short books this month.)
• What are you watching?
Still watching Dispatches From Elsewhere and still loving it.
Started Everything's Gonna Be Okay on a recommendation from jesse_the_k. The main cast is two teenagers and Josh Thomas, who has made a career of awkward, so there is a lot of potential for vicarious embarrassment humor, but it is always handled gently and realistically. Autistic character played by autistic actor is excellent.
Cultured: How Ancient Foods Can Feed Our Microbiome, by Katherine Harmon Courage, made me want to grow Jerusalem artichokes. Courage argues that we evolved to eat lots of fiber, and lots of different kinds of fiber; and Jerusalem artichokes contain a kind that is particularly good for our metabolism.
I read that they were prone to spread and hard to get rid of, so I wanted to plant them in a container. ( Collapse )
They've probably been back for days already, but this was the first day I was in the right place at the right time to see them. I counted 39, circling, just after 5 p.m.
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