Sunday, September 4, 2011
Books I'm reading # 11 - nature writing, new and old
I'm not sure there's a sustainable definition of 'new nature' writing. But for now, let's assume its signature is a mix of person and place: 'new nature' goes beyond mere description to include the author as central protagonist; it's as much a personal as a geographic journey. A couple of years ago Granta published an edition dedicated to the genre, including pieces from some of its high priests, notably Robert Macfarlane (The Wild Places, Mountains of the Mind), and Roger Deakin (Waterlog, Wildwood, Notes From Walnut Tree Farm).
Also included in that Granta selection was Kathleen Jamie, whose book Findings is a collection of essays based largely in the Scotland Highlands. Jamie is a poet and, as with many of the new nature writers, her command of language is enviable. The book starts with Darkness and Light, an amiable enough essay that moves between islands and mainland, churches and shopping malls, before settling on the ancient tomb of Maes Howe. It's a promising introduction, with hints of the reflection and observation that makes for good nature writing.
The trouble is, not much more follows; each subsequent essay (on peregrines, salmon, corn crakes, skylines, even Surgeon's Hall ) left me increasingly dissatisfied. Exactly what was she trying to say, I wondered? And in the end, I concluded, 'not a lot'. That's a touch harsh, and there will be those who'll delight in her lyrical skill, but ultimately I wasn't sad to put the book down. I had to reread sections to remind myself for this brief review - never a good sign.
If I found Jamie's book disappointing, then Olivia Laings, To The River, was doubly so - at least on first attempt. And that, after I'd heard her talk at a local literature festival and rather liked her. The book describes a week-long journey down the Ouse in Sussex; it's the classic 'new nature' blend of observation and personal story, padded with lots of research material - the Ouse is famous for the death of Virginia Woolf, the Battle of Lewes, Henry III and various other historical and literary connections which Laing weaves into the progress of her journey. The trouble - and I accept that others might take a different view - is that this deviation from the immediate experience is what I so dislike and mistrust about much of the 'new nature' genre.
In, To The River, Laing uses the landscape as a stage to display how intelligent and well read she is - a form that's been perfected by writers like Macfarlane (who coincidentally wrote the cover puff for the book) and Deakin. The trouble is, I don't care! And I'm not very interested in Virginia Woolf or Kenneth Grahame or King Harold - and if I were, I'd look them up elsewhere; probably in the same books that she did. What I'm interested in, is Laing's journey, her relationship with the Ouse, her perceptions of the river and her response to the wider landscape. I recognise that, at times, this might include her interest in Woolf or history or whatever, but for me, the balance is all wrong - and frankly, it doesn't ring true.
After abandoning the book I returned to it a few weeks later, and in fairness, if I skipped through the research material I began to enjoy her writing. Laing walked the Ouse having broken off a long standing relationship, and as her journey progresses the river becomes a metaphor for what she has lost, but also for new possibilities; for the sense that our past is always part of our present. And to my mind, this is the territory in which she is strongest, and of which I wanted to read more - she is also a fine observer with some echos of Annie Dillard in her writing. To my surprise, I found myself rather sad when she and the river had reached the sea.
The third book in this nature selection is the much lauded Edgelands, by Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts. It was a book I'd looked forward to reading. Their idea was to explore those landscapes we often disregard - the railway sidings, car parks, industrial scrublands, derelict canals and brown field sites that fringe our towns and countryside - it seemed full of possibility. Sadly, the outcome is one of the most dreadfully pretentious books I've ever picked up. Strong stuff, but if Laing typifies the tendency to use the landscape as an excuse for other material, this book takes the concept to a new level. Behold the Emporer's new clothes!
This isn't a book, as its sub-title claims, about England's lost wilderness; it's a book about Farley and Roberts and how smashingly literate and clever they are. I don't believe for a moment that they have spent much time in the 'edgelands', and certainly not before they researched this nonsense. I have an image of the two of them wandering round a Midlands scrapyard on a drizzling Saturday, trying desperately to imbue some meaning before the rain comes on.. 'This reminded me of Yeats,' says one. 'I was thinking, TS Elliot,' the other replies... at which point they nod and rush to their car as a group of yobs hurl stones in their direction.
Beyond it's over intellectualising, Edgelands also suffers from a peculiar format, in that it is two authors writing as one voice - evidently this was a conscious decision. The consequence is that there is never mention of 'I' - all observations are at a remove, deconstructed, extrapolated... For me, who comes from a Romantic tradition - who believes that our response, if it is true, will connect with others - this is a singular failing. Arguably, it takes the book outside the 'new nature' tradition, and given that I regard Edgelands as one of the silliest books I've read in years, I'm not sad about that at all.
After those three selections I was feeling a touch dejected. So let's concude with some old nature writing and two books which after I'd finished them, put me in a brighter frame of mind.
Posted by The bike shed at 9:05 PM
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If you ever get hold of 'Kidland' by Paul Kingsnorth, I'd be interested in what you make of it. I've just reviewed it for a magazine.ReplyDelete
It's about how Man has deserted nature and is raw, very angry (at one point very disturbing)and deeply depressing. I think the author is trying to shock us out of our complacency before it's too late.
It's certainly very different to the 'isn't nature wonderful?' volumes most of us feel comfortable with, but I wonder if his uncomfortable message will go against what he's actually trying to achieve.
A very interesting post Mark. I agree on the Kathleen Jamie book. I enjoyed the imagery but was a tad mystified about where it was going. Perhaps that was the whole intention. After such a strong recommendation I will definitely be getting the Condry book you mentionedReplyDelete
The nature (same as for other genres though) writing I like is full of personal details. I always like to read the small, cosy (nosy) details about things like what the author had to eat, what their house is like and who they hang out with, who their nearest and dearest are.
Like you have mentioned in your post about depictions of the past and it's relationship present, I find the historical aspect of nature writing as well. Three dimensions of writing then: time, place and person. I don't ask for much more!
One book I do like the look of is Deep Country by Neil Ansell. I have high hopes for it that I am trying hard to dampen down, lest I be disappointed.
One thing I have loved about coming across blogs such as yours, and meeting so many obviously like-minded people, is the feeling that we are all riding on the crest of a wave of people eschewing the materialism of the past thirty years in favour of a more cultivated, history and place based sensibility. But with the added bonus that technology makes new connections possible and creates them in a fresh manner, as if for the first time!
That is some waffle, and I'd better stop now. I'll say no more, except that I'm really looking forward to reading your book!
Third paragraph of my comment above, please insert the words 'with the' and 'interesting'. Enthusiasm makes the typing harder!ReplyDelete
Interesting recommendations, thanks. I feel slightly ashamed that I enjoyed Findings, and didn't feel at all frustrated. However, each one to his own. Have you read Nan Shepherd's The Living Mountain? It has surfaced at the top of my unread pile and was highly recommended by Robert Macfarlane. We shall see, and look forward to your offering when it is published.ReplyDelete
Bugger, blogger ate my comment. It was, of course, interesting, erudite and fabulously expressed, and long. I will come back tomorrow.ReplyDelete
I've received the Bill Condry book. I'm engrossed. Many thanks for the recommendation on that one, Mark.ReplyDelete
I will also be getting a copy of 'West' although I might have to wait until I am in the right frame of mind to read it. It sounds unbelievably harrowing.
Couldnt agree more about Edgelands, though the photoshop image on the cover was pretty cool. I like Kathleen Jamie's new Sightlines mainly cos I'm fed up with writers who drag in e.g. V.Woolf or other famous people Deakin, name dropping. K.Jamie is as you say in the landscape - she's "doing" not "viewing" so there's few purple passages and no lorldy picturesque in there. Deep Country is about birds of prey - excellent on that subject but be warned he completely eschews personal comment except for two pages about his personal life which fascinated me, but were totally inadequate. I'm not sayig a nature book has to be autobiographical but the absence of his personality or rationale from the writing was frustrating.ReplyDelete