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Review: In Earshot of Water: Notes From the Columbia Plateau by Paul Lindholdt

A review of
In Earshot of Water: Notes from the Columbia Plateau.
By Paul Lindholdt.

Review by Sam Edgin.

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IN EARSHOT OF WATER - Paul Lindholdt

I sit here and I type away with my thoughts shifting every now and then towards the steady flow of Indiana’s White River, not four blocks east of where I sit. I fault Paul Lindholdt. His new book, In Earshot of Water: Notes From the Columbia Plateau revels in a constant presence of water, be it fresh, contaminated, frozen, still or flowing. Yet the book it not really about water. It is about conservation, about the last strongholds of American ecology in the Pacific Northwest clinging dearly to the land they have held for centuries in the wake of industry, development, and technology. Sometimes it is even about the way they win. Lindholdt dances softly through his essays, often mirroring his considerations of the natural with events in his own life which bring him close to it. It is a subtly beautiful exploration into the relationship of humanity with ecology, all told in deeply personal prose, as if the reader were sitting beside Lindholdt’s sons for the campfire story times he mentions throughout the book.

In Earshot of Water is an arrangement of fourteen essays that explore the “wild nature” of the rural Pacific Northwest in which Paul Lindholdt lives. They follow each other in no particular order, one commenting on post-industrial clean up of ravaged wetlands and the lax government regulations that allowed such a thing, and the next reflecting on the travels and work on Theodore Winthrop, whose celebrations of the natural landscape he ventured through in the 1800’s were marred by his treatment of the Native Americans who guided him. Lindholdt uses an entire spectrum of approaches to study the struggles of the natural with the human and industrial. Sometimes looking at the wild through the lens of history, and other times through politics, sociology, science, or art. He uses every angle to approach this wilderness he finds so stunningly beautiful, effectively ensuring that most everyone will understand his love, at least in some measurable way.

Lindholdt is an English professor at Eastern Washington University in Cheney, Washington. Lindholdt is strongly tied to the histories and futures of the natural areas that fill its pages, and the book jacket does little to hint at the way Lindholdt’s writing will introduce you to himself. These ties allow the reader to meet and get to know the man who is writing about them through the ways in which the paths of his life have crossed with nature. It is the odd jobs he has worked, the deaths he has endured, and the journeys he has had with family and friends that guide the reader through each struggling natural area. We meet his children, ride in the car with his wife, and mourn with his mother and siblings. Friends are the personal subject of some of the essays, and others mainly concern stories told to him by people who were once in his life. Lindholdt lends his heart to these essays, and not only his heart for the wilderness of his Pacific Northwest, but also for the people who have made a significant impact on his life.

That heart that he inserts so liberally into his writing is one of two reasons that make In Earshot of Water a notable read. The other is his prose, clear and approachable without sacrificing a certain descriptive eloquence that has become so difficult to find in most literature. These elements make this a book worth sharing, one that you recommend to your friends and family after the first two chapters.

It is the heart, the emotion that is so palpable throughout the book that gives Lindholdt’s essays their weight. If the reader were not able to so acutely feel as Lindholdt feels as he paddles Puget Sound or waits on a beach, plastic glass of wine in hand, for the green flash as the last rays of the sun vanish, In Earshot of Water would be little more than tiresome ramblings about not wanting to shoot a bear or a nuthatch pecking on the side of the house.  I imagine it would read somewhat like an environmental science textbook spliced together with a personal journal. This emotion is quite potent, enough so that it could make reading this book, which is relatively short at about 146 pages, take longer than expected. I often found myself closing the book and sitting back, dwelling on the impact of what I just read, only to pick the book up again and re-read that section. Lindholdt is truly a wordsmith, and his words convey his emotion excellently.

No part of In Earshot of Water would have the impact that is does without Lindholdt’s prose. His style begins to evoke comparisons to Hemmingway and Thoreau, with his love for nature bleeding through each word, reminiscent of those great wilderness writers. Yet it is never too flowery or overblown. It is, possibly, best to classify it as a descriptive prose. In Earshot of Water is as much an exercise in wordsmithing as it is a discussion of conservation and nature. The episodes and scenes mentioned above spring to live as his words dance before the readers eyes. The book is vibrant, painting pictures with words as colorful and detailed as any photograph.

As he ventures through each essay, occasionally he will drop rhyming couplets into the end of a paragraph, meant to highlight whatever point he happens to be in the middle of making. It is a beautiful way to use the medium. Most places, taking that step would be only distracting and jarring. Here, Lindholdt somehow figures out how to use the distraction of suddenly rhyming sentences to his advantage.

Heaping praise aside, Paul Lindholdt takes his passions – for the wild, for family, for words – and blends them into a book that is a reflection on the beauty that exists within those passions. It is emotional, contemplative, and at its very core a masterful experience in literature. It is worth reading just to see how Lindholdt ties different essays on nature and humanity together by tracing the underlying existence of water in each. It is a book that should be read in dual appreciation, for the nature and humanity that he describes and for the way in which he describes it.

In Earshot of Water:
Notes from the Columbia Plateau
.
Paul Lindholdt.
Paperback: U. of Iowa Press, 2011.
Buy now: [ Amazon ]

[This was written for and first appeared here, at the Englewood Review of Books (@ERBks)]

Rand vs. LOTR

I saw this in a comment thread for an article on TIME:

From Wikipedia,

Paul Krugman alluded to an oft-quoted quip in his blog: “There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.

Doubtless, it is amusing, but as someone who has never read Ayn Rand I feel like I am unsuited to actually comment well on this issue of the “Randization” of congress. However, we should compare the elements of Rand’s philosophy – especially those concerning the supporting of the upper classes (the “producers”) and marginalization of the lower (the “looters”) – to scripture:

Woe to those who make unjust laws,
to those who issue oppressive decrees,
to deprive the poor of their rights
and withhold justice from the oppressed of my people,
making widows their prey
and robbing the fatherless.

-Isaiah 10:1-2

6 “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;

-Isaiah 58:6-8

Humorous quotes from Wikipedia aside, Rand’s philosophies now being espoused in part by congress don’t seem to mirror the idea of scripture. What are we supposed to do with that?

Mark Driscoll, Jay-Z, and Christian Leadership

My first article for Decapolis was just posted. Click through the link and head on over to the site to check it out. Let me know what you think.

Announcing…

In an effort to renew my passion for my photography, I just started up a tumblr on which I hope to post a new photo every day.
It’s pretty exciting and all, so you should probably check it out. Also, you should probably tell all your friends and tell them to tell their friends.
That is, if you like the photos.
Enough babble, here’s the link:
http://smedgephotodaily.tumblr.com

Futbol as a Western

This post on PBH3 made me realize why I’ve so enjoyed watching the World Cup every day since it has started.

You see, you watch 90+ minutes of a soccer match and witness maybe two goals. To those who are accustomed to sports like American football or basketball, this is ridiculously tedious. Who really wants to watch a ball kicked around for an hour and a half without any guarantee of a climax?

But I see it as amazingly beautiful. The way the team works, the complexity of ball trajectories, the constantly building tension, all these work together to make an experience that transcends most other sports. In fact, the futbol match is not entirely unlike a classic western. Take some of the best of Sergio Leone – unrivaled films like The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly and Once Upon a Time in the West (my personal favorite), films which thrived on broad, sweeping vistas interspersed with frenetic action at the very climax of tensions. These made their mark on the film industry as the leaders of a now-almost-dead genre, and they are still dearly loved.

I adore movies like those, as boring as they may seem at times, and I similarly adore each match of this World Cup in South Africa. The beauty is not in the accumulation of points, but the effort it takes to get there and the tension built therein.

I like that I finally understand.

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