I've been reading a couple of books about trees. It's made me think, are trees just chemical factories, or are they intelligent? The Overstory by Richard Powers was nominated for the Man Booker Prize in 2018. It has human characters, because otherwise no-one would read it, but it is quite clearly a novel about trees. Powers has one of his characters sum up what seems to be his ambition for the book, as Ray and Dorothy Brinkman read their way through The Hundred Greatest Novels of All Time. The books diverge and radiate, as fluid as finches on isolated islands. But they share a core so obvious it passes for given. Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive - character - is all that matters in the end. It's a child's creed, of course, just one small step up from the belief that the Creator of the Universe would care to dole out sentences like a judge in a federal ...
'Contemplating the teeming life of the shore, we have an uneasy sense of the communication of some universal truth that lies just beyond our grasp.' - Rachel Carson