book review: “Wild Dark Shore”…

… by Charlotte McConahey. Requested from the local library, at the recommendation of someone who enjoys fiction. Although there is a great deal of research, fact finding, history in the background, much of the plot is strung together as a tale of multiple mishaps, due to climate change. It is a forbidding place; at the bottom of the planet. Cold and dark fpr months at the time. As the earth tilts on it’s axis, seemingly endless winter, with battering storms, lack of daylight and days of icy blasts of bone-chilling misery.

There is an island at the southern end of South America, close to to the icy continent of the Antarctica. Long narrow, with high points of either end, and a low water-logged central area. Designated as a World Heritage Site, it was decimated by ships crews over time as they hunted and eliminated the wildlife: seals, walrus, penguins as the men from wooden, sailing ships would come ashore to massacre the animals that had no fear of humans.

Currently the isolated island is primarily a research station, with inhabitants from different countries assigned to projects, including maintaing a seed vault containing viable seed collected world wide, to be used in the event they are needed. Along with those scientists, a family who have volunteered to live on that narrow space, maintain the lighthouse and help with research. The weather is horrendous, as the oceans rise, climate change causes the ice on that southern continent to melt, plus clashing storms as the waters of the Atlantic and Pacific collide at the end of Patagonia. Ships periodically come with food, equipment to resupply the people living in the converted cargo containers, bringing more personnel or evacuating the ones who are ill, ready to return to other lives.

The narrative is told from multiple points of view, not always easy to follow the thread from one character/speaker to the next. Interesting premise, as the water level rises, researchers vanish, tension among survivors increases.

an overnight guest…

… for a short visit. A seldom seen relative, though we are the same age, with parents who were siblings. Grew up in the same town, often thrown together as youngsters in a small town in the era when kids roamed the neighborhood without supervision, knew to be home before dark. The cousin has been traveling, notified me he would be coming for a short stay. Quite amusing to think I know enough about geography and history here to be a ‘guide’.

There we were, driving up the narrow highway to the top of Lookout Mountain. Attractions on the top include the well know, highly advertised Rock City, that we only observed from a distance. Taking winding narrow streets with residences built on overlook, steep lots, precarious perches, where spring blooms filled the landscaping with color.

The entrance to Point Park, part of the Chickamauga Battlefield.Most of the Park is south of the north face of Lookout Mountain,down into northwest Georgia, preserved area where the Union and Confederate armies clashed.

Eventually getting to the preserved area of the historic national park at the northern tip, overlooking the Tennessee River. It was a little late in the day but walking around on the top of the mountain, reading signs about the Battle Above the Clouds. A well tended open park, with open spaces, mature trees, tidy paths. Views of scenery far below to the east where downtown Chattanooga is located, and around the end of the mountain to the west. Where visitors look down into the valley as the Interstate highway 24 dips into Alabama as it takes trucks laden with freight, travelers on towards the middle of the nation.

The atmosphere not so clear, due to wildfires in the Smokey Mountains to the east, pollen floating in the air,and humidity that is a way of life in the south.
The Park, as you can tell by the sign at the entrance, is part of the Chickamauga Battlefield preserved space. Hundreds of acres set aside down in north west Georgia as part of the area where the conflict lasted for days, with thousands killed.

Thousands of young men, staunch believers in the principles they choose to uphold, died in the battles fought around the densely wooded, steep mountainous terrain of the surrounding mountains. Many buried in shallow graves, without any markers or identifying signs to show the internment as the landscape changed over the years. The park service does not allow any one to remove artifacts from the property, although historically over time, there have been scavengers, people with metal detectors who have found and taken objects such as buttons, belt buckles, minnie-balls, bits of weapons as collectibles.

north west corner …

…of Georgia, in Dade County. A park that claims to be the prettiest in all of the state: CloudLand Canyon, on the edge of the Cumberland Plateau, and foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. Certainly not the largest, which would be Roosevelt, located on 9000 acres in the on the Fall Line in central west GA, near Pine Mountain. Or the most unusual which might be the barrier island on the Atlantic coast known as Cumberland, now managed by the National Park Service. Maybe the Okefenokee Swamp National Wildlife Refuge,with hundreds of acres of tannic-acid colored shallow water, abundant wildlife, recently designated a World Heritage Site, protected by UNESCO.

There is a lot of new construction going on in this park. At the entrance, a new kiosk for state workers to stay out of the weather where they can dispense information and collect entry fees. Currently day use is $10, up from the original five first charged some years ago to help defray maintenance expenses,although entry was no charged any place in the state when the parks were first established.

A new visitors center, incomplete, that will provide guests w information about history of the area, interpretive displays to explain geography of the deep canyon carved by millions years of erosion, and possibly centuries of indigenous inhabitants as well as wildlife, native flora and descriptive details. Many parks in the state have dioramas, examples of animals preserved by taxidermy as visuals to help make the scenes come alive: wild life in their natural setting, as if the creatures were living in water or on land, and simply in suspended antimation. Swimming, running, flying as if caught in motion.

Hiking trails, picnic pavilions, ample facilities for guests, paved paths for ADA.Waterfalls, horse-back riding, wedding venue. Much of the new construction supported by state funding, or Friends of State Parks.

This appears to be recently poured concrete and railing installed to make the path along the edge of the deep gorge more ADA complaint, giving visitors with an opportunity to get a better view of the wide vast landscape created by millions of years of erosion as the river flows across the bottom of the canyon.

book review: “The Queens of Crime”…

… by Marie Benedict. Educated as an attorney, she admits the years of law school were for naught, finding her gift as a writer to be much more satisfying as a career. Benedict is pen name, one she has used for a number of publications, including tales of Einstein’s first wife, as well as a woman who worked for the wealthy Carnegie family, and Hollywood notable, Hedy Lamar, and Lady Clementine,wife of Winston Churchill. Although the books are fiction, all are thoroughly researched, filled with details of the era, fascinating reading oft time, place, strong female characters.

Based on the in depth research the author will do prior to beginning a new novel, Benedict reports finding the story of a Dorothy Sayers, who was an English mystery writer in the real life investigation of the death of a young nurse. There was a group of females including Agatha Christie, in addition to Sayers, three others of the same genre, writing the stories published at the time. Fiction and fact blend, as the women travel to France, search for clues, find their efforts diminished and discounted by male writers, as well as newspaper reporters,law enforcement, men in general who cannot take them seriously as investigators.

The women do uncover many details, pieces of useful information, evidence as clues to help them piece together the mystery of the young woman’s death. Resolving the puzzle, referred to as ‘the locked room’ mystery, where someone simply seems to vanish into thin air without notice. Justice is served, the women are hailed as capable detectives by they male counterparts.

Bennet reports being inspired by an aunt in her youth who took on the responsibility of purchasing and gifting reading material in her youth that would enrich her life: books that surely must have lead her into the career of being the author she has become. The amount of research done before the narratives are assembled appears to be staggering, to have the details of time, place, traveling in such an organized manner. And excellent read!

book review: “Tilt”…

… by Emma Pattee. Published in 2025, under the imprint of Simon-snd Schuster. This is the author’s first novel, though she has been published in numerous well-respected periodicals. Highly regarded, she recently participated in a book event sponsored by the Parnassus group, headed by Anne Patchett, book-lover extrordinare, in Nashville.

Annie lives in Portland, Oregon, is extremely pregnant, shopping for a baby crib at IKEA when the long-predicted Cascadia earth quake rolls across the northwest, on the fault line running the length of the west coast. Buildings crumble, roofs cave with hundreds buried beneath rubble. All city services/resources cease to exist, infrastructure destroyed: no electricity, cell-phone service, bridges collapsed, streets impassible due to fallen trees, power lines, wrecked vehicles, buildings lying in the streets.

Walking miles, with an occasional ride, she is searching for her husband. Diverted numerous times due to downed power lines, unsafe passage of bridges or crossing over highways, water, she struggles in her massive pre-birth state to get back to her neighborhood. The descriptive parts of the narrative, as she makes her way across town from the ill-fated trip to find a baby crib, to her home in an apartment where she hopes to find her mate appear to be realistic and accurate, as the damage of the colliding fault lines of the massive quake with take years to recover from.

book review: “One L” …

… by fiction writer Scott Turow. The book might be the only non-fiction work he has published, as most of his writing is based on legal stories, with twists and turns as the plot unfolds,often in courtrooms. This one was the second one he wrote, early in his career of a prolific writer of tales from the courtroom. Currently, according to Dr. Google, published books by Turow include thirteen fiction and three non-fiction. Translated into a number of languages, there are literally millions of tomes by this author on the planet.

“One L” is the term used in law school for first year students. The second and third years, as you might expect, are similarly labeled. Turow must have kept details in journals of his time at Harvard, as the book relates his experience in a fairly precise manner. Turow was married, an older student, with some work (teaching) experience under his belt before deciding to attend law, and accepted at Harvard. The couple were living in California, and moved across the country for his three years of legal training. His wife was a teacher and easily found work in schools near the campus.

It was a stressful, harrowing experience. The professors were demanding, expecting hours of study, copious reading of history and ready, quick recall in lecture classrooms. Treating the students as if that one class was the only one they needed to prepare for. The first year students start classes a week before 2 and 3 to help them acclimate to the campus, and environment. But reading the book, it is obvious nothing prepares a person for the sense of forced labor that soon permeates the lives of those first year students: almost like paying that tuition to endure the daily punishment of insufficient sleep, humiliation in the classroom when called upon, unreasonable demands of the instructors.

Published in 1977, it was the second book Turow wrote. Even though he had talked to friends and acquaintances who were attorneys, to better understand what to expect, it is apparent that there is no way to fully be prepared for the stress of that environment. Insufficient sleep, constant anxiety, physical turmoil from not exercising or eating properly including far too much caffeine, unending headaches, constantly reviewing, endless doubt of capabilities and decision making.

world’s longest yard sale …

… along half-a-dozen states, reportedly 690 miles of antiques, collectibles, ‘junque’ from barns, abandoned long-closed general stores. The origin was meant to encourage travelers along the Highway127 route driving to stop, visit, purchase goods from locals,. Eat in local cafes, support the small towns economy as the browsed the collectibles, farm implements, hand loomed textiles like bedspreads, quilts, lovingly-stitched hand made crochet and knit crafts from care-worn farm wives hands. Purchase the fruits of the kitchen: those jars of delicious jams and jelly, home-grown vegetables nurtured from the soil, local honey, cane syrups, regional delights to take as the passing travelers returned to their origin.

Parts of the southeast region have long had a reputation for textile production: bed spreads, floor coverings, a variety of woven materials, shipped world-wide. Due to low labor costs, affordable real estate, outside financial support, there are still a number of large international manufacturers of these goods. Many depend on minority labor, as communities have developed with generations of families coming in to establish. The names are seen on carpets, rugs, floor coverings across the world: Shaw, Miliken, Mohawk, as well as groups in Europe.

In decades past, earlier in the twentieth century, as autos become more common, families had resources and opportunity to get out, away from work, and home. Travelers passing through these rural communities in the past,would notice lovingly pieced quilts made by generations of farm-wives,crochet and knit articles of clothing and bedding. Pull off the narrow two lane country road, stop to look, offer to buy, occasionally taking that heirloom seen hanging out on the clothesline or front-porch railing away when they returned to their travels.

This is likely one of the origins of the long yard sale, as locals have deliberately advertised, supported, spread the word over decades to encourage visitors, travelers to slow down, shop the oddities/wares of years gone by.The small towns, as well as communities that are even more rural, unincorporated with city resources or organized government bodies to maintain order, utilities still gather. At churches, meeting halls, community centers where the locals, extended groups of families and friends would plan and organize events. Participating in fish-fries, bar-be-que stands where food is slow roasted over low fires all night to sell travelers are attracted to sales, goods like rust-covered pitchforks, textiles, odd-ments from days gone by.

You missed It. It happened the first weekend in August. Mark your calendar for 2027.

book review: “A Solitude of Wolverines”…

… by Alice Henderson. The book was published in 2020. I found a paperback copy on the sidewalk of Eagle Eye Books where there is a 24 hour book sale, that benefits local non-profits. If you go by at 2:00 am, just roaming in the dark, browsing and find something interesting, drop your payment in the crack in between the two front doors for the staff to put in the jar when they unlock on the morrow. A hardback was published the same year, by William Morrow Co.

In an afterward the author tells of being an environmentalist before she could spell the word. Raised in a family that gave the freedom to pursue interests, and roam the wild places, camping with parents and free to pursue her curiosity at will, she has cultivated an interest in the untamed parts of the world since childhood. The results are obvious in this interesting book about the lives and habits of wolverines. A small, fierce creature, completely unsocial, that enjoys the mountainous regions generally deemed uninhabitable by humans.

Alex is living in Boston, having moved from California to the east to be with a man who finished law school and was offered a corporate job with a large firm. The relationship gradually dissolved as their interests diverged, with Alex unwilling to ‘settle’ into tame, city life. After a near tragedy, she is offered a position doing research in the mountains of Montana, searching on a large preserve for evidence of wolverines. Empty lodge, abandoned ski resort, a creepy place with stories of hauntings, murderous guests, mysterious circumstances that make the readers hair stand on end – and give enough suspense to want to tell Alex: get out!

As she designs camera traps to look for possible wolverines, she finds a variety of other animals, with her complicated set-up collecting hair to evaluate for DNA. Hoping to find enough evidence of the solitary animals, she treks across mountain ridges, and through beautiful meadows of wildflowers. Also finding evidence of a man who is seriously injured, but disappears before she can provide help. And evidence of something damaging her camera traps that is not likely an animal.

Fascinating details of the lives of the animals she is researching, and how she hopes to prove they are living on the property, in conservation. On protected property, any animal within the bounds of the land would be safe, but cattlemen cut fences and allow their herds to graze on the private lands. Alex tangles with local law enforcement, ranchers, hired hench-men. Not a book I expected to enjoy, but it was fascinating. Highly recommended reading for those who are interested in the environment, concerned about the value of maintaining the natural balance of nature.

book review: ‘Lab Girl” …

… by Hope Jahren. Born in Minnesota, she discovered her love of the environment of chemistry labs as a child, roaming her father’s workplace. He was a chemistry teacher, and would take her as a youngster with him to work. She is a professor (at the time of writing, when the book was published in 2016) at the University of Hawaii. Described as a geochemist/geobotanist, the book chronicles her life and work in the study of plants and trees, as well as personal history.

Jahren was granted funding to establish labs in the places she was hired. Teaching and doing research in universities across the nation, in a series of locations as disparate as Georgia Tech in Atlanta, Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, and in Hawaii. Currently at University of Louisiana in Lafayette where she is an adjunct professor.

One of the more interesting things of her career moves is that everywhere she has been employed since the early years, she has taken her lab partner. In many of those places, she had to raise the funds to pay his salary herself, so treasuring his skills and knowledge. Frequently traveling great distances with students and grad. assistants for field work under harsh circumstances in summer weather, the book relates some really unique experiences of cross-country drives. Often undertaking travel on a very tight budget with lab equipment, coolers for food, luggage, human cargo all packed into rental vans or university owned vehicles – the trips unspool with occasional hilarious results.

Chapters alternate between science, facts and information about trees, the planet, soil – written in a way that is not ‘science’, but easily understood by a reader who has little scientific knowledge. With the other chapters telling about her life, lab work, family, personal challenges: all strung together in a most enjoyable manner. A fascinating story, and enlightening. Well written, enjoyable, entertaining as well as educational!

zygo cactus…

… is a term used to cover all those different varieties of indoor plants seen in floral shops and supermarkets throughout the year. Grown in great quantities in greenhouses under controlled conditions of just the right amount of fertilizer, water, light, with the perfect temperature for helping the plant to flourish. The internet will have you believe that the plants are easy to grow from a small leaflet, with practically no attention or effort required to have the small section readily root to share or re-pot for growing more of the plants.

New young plants easily started by putting in damp sand or possibly just shallow water for roots to form and create a new plant to pass along to family and friends. Or just add to your container to increase the size in order to have more blooms each year. The individual sections will soon multiply and grow to fill in, with the young sprouts having a rusty/reddish tint as they mature.

The zygo originates from south America, growing in shady places. The actual name is Schumlbergera, and there are a number of different varieties. Which explains how the plants are marketed throughout the year, as seasonal items in containers – as ‘Easter’ or ‘Thanksgiving’ or ‘Christmas’ depending on when the plant is producing prolific buds and flowers. In colors from a rich deep magenta, to pink, salmon, bright red and white- in single or double type blooms. One of the two plants here might even qualify as variegated: the buds are pink, opening to white, but they have a pink-ish edge on the petals.

Not actually a ‘cactus’ in the true sense of the word: they don’t grow in places normally associated with the spiny, spikey plants in sandy dry environments that lack consistent rainfall. The plants were originally discovered in the rain-forest in Brazil, a place with high humidity, where they are found growing in trees.The first ones discovered in the mountainous area of southeast Brazil, near the Atlantic coast, in an area that is cool, constantly damp, like a ‘cloud forest’. Clinging to rocks and places on tree branches that had accumulated mosses and ferns, enough organic matter/compost, to give it a toe hold, a way to secure the plant to the host, often high up in the tree canopy of the damp environment.

It is a succulent, meaning it does not need the weekly watering most people would think necessary for indoor plants. Consider the origin: in a place with high humidity, and porous soil. Much of this gleaned from Dr. Google, then wandering off to wikipedia for more facts and details…

It is making buds and blooms in the last weeks of March, with Easter about two weeks away – although it bloomed in December!