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Fourth Estate, c2022
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"A lifelong environmentalist, Annie Proulx brings her wide-ranging research and scholarship to the subject of wetlands and the vitally important yet little understood role they play in preserving the environment--by storing the carbon emissions that greatly contribute to climate change. Fens, bogs, swamps, and marine estuaries are the earth's most desirable and dependable resources, and in four stunning parts, Proulx documents the long-misunderstood role of these wetlands in saving the planet. Taking us on a fascinating journey through history, Proulx shows us the fens of 16th-century England to Canada's Hudson Bay lowlands, Russia's Great Vasyugan Mire, America's Okeefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, and the 19th-century explorers who began the destruction of the Amazon rainforest. Along the way, she writes of the diseases spawned in the wetlands--the Ague, malaria, Marsh Fever--and the surprisingly significant role of peat in industrialization. A sobering look at the degradation of wetlands over centuries and the serious ecological consequences, this is a stunningly important work and a rousing call to action by a writer whose passionate devotion to understanding and preserving the environment is on full and glorious display"--… (more)
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LibraryThing member lauralkeet
This short, accessible book explains the importance of peat in our ecosystem, and how its destruction has released CO2 and contributed to climate change. Much of the earth’s wetlands have been destroyed, with large swathes of land repurposed for agricultural use. Centuries ago, the long-term
Annie Proulx’s description of various wetlands in Europe, South America, and North America, and the events that led to their destruction, was clear and easy to understand.In her acknowledgements, Proulx describes writing this book during the 2020 pandemic, which limited her sources. Unfortunately the result is a book more anecdotal than science-based, lacking a call to action for the reader. It was good, but could have been better.
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effects were not understood and it seemed logical to drain a huge wet area so it could be used to grow food for an increasing population. But in modern times we can measure the environmental impact of peat destruction and yet that doesn't stop the forces of capitalism. Annie Proulx’s description of various wetlands in Europe, South America, and North America, and the events that led to their destruction, was clear and easy to understand.In her acknowledgements, Proulx describes writing this book during the 2020 pandemic, which limited her sources. Unfortunately the result is a book more anecdotal than science-based, lacking a call to action for the reader. It was good, but could have been better.
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LibraryThing member nancyadair
My house is on swampland. Well, it isn’t swampland now, but it was in the middle of the last century. A woman a block away told me that her son caught tadpoles in the woods were my house stands.
The entire city was once swampland, as was much of Southeast Michigan. The glaciers that carved the
The year we moved into this house a torrential rain flooded most of the city.
The Oakland County Landscape Stewardship Plan of 2017 stated:
“The development of the southeastern zone, and the conversion of historically wetland area to
residential properties, has led to a number of complications including a major loss in
stormwater storage and flood control capacity. These communities have struggled to adapt to
the loss of these natural stormwater retention areas as hardscape cover has expanded with
continued development. These issues were highlighted in 2012 and 2013 when rainwater from
severe storms closed highways, flooded homes, and stopped commerce and business in this
region for several days. It is important that land managers and foresters understand the
symbiosis that exists between wetlands and forests, and that they ensure the protection of these
adjacent wetland areas is worked into any forest management plan.”
I thought that I had an idea of what the area would have looked like before it was turned into a suburban neighborhood because a few blocks away is Cummingston Park, created in 1925. For as long as I have known the park it has been wet and flooded. But I learned that in the 1950s while a college student, my sixth grade teacher documented it as a wonderful wildflower haven…until the land around it became developed and the water accumulated in the park with no where to go.
Ok, then, I turned to the other local nature park, Tenhave Woods, a mile and a half away, next to my high school. It was formed in 1955. It was fenced after my high school classmate’s brother was murdered in the woods in 1967. Tenhave has a vernal pond and swampland and it is documented that it always had swamp land. It has a high fence to keep out deer and protect the wildflowers. Every spring we visit to see the trillium and other wildflowers that take over the ground. My high school biology teacher was part of the society that formed to protect both of these woods.
My husband’s family also lived on swampland. His great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents settled in Lynne Township, St. Clair County, Michigan on reclaimed swampland. In fact, the 1865 map shows A. Scoville’s land bordered the swampland. The 1897 map shows all that swampland was privately owned farms. When we visited the area we could see the drainage ditches.
How much of its wetlands has Michigan lost? I was shocked to learn that the greatest loss was around Lake Huron and Lake St Clair. Why would I be surprised? Constance Fenimore Woolston’s 1855 story St. Clair Flats tells of a man’s enchanted encounter with the St, Clair marshes only to return five years later to find them destroyed and replaced by a canal.
That’s a lot of wetlands loss.
Annie Proulx wanted to understand and organize the massive amount of information about wetlands and their loss and the impact on climate change. Her essay turned into a book. In brief, wetlands store CO2, and their destruction releases it into the atmosphere. Once lost, wetlands are not easily restores. But across the world, we are endeavoring to reclaim lost wetlands.
The book considers the various forms of wetlands:
fens, fed by rivers and streams, usually deep, peat-forming, and supporting reeds and marsh grass
bogs, shallower water fed by rainfall, peat-forming, and supporting sphagnum mosses
swamps, a peat-making, shallow wetland with trees and shrubs
I was quite charmed by the book. Proulx delves into so many aspects of wetlands. She describes humans who once lived in harmony with the land, before land was privatized and turned into ‘productive’ farmland to increase the owner’s wealth. The English fens once covered 15,500 square miles and now less than 1 percent remains. The abundant life of the fens also disappeared. My mind was set alight reading about the lost Doggerland which connected Britain and Europe, suddenly flooded by seawater from glacial melt at the end of the Ice Age. I dreamed of those people that night. “I wonder if, as the waters rose, metamorphosing proto-England from the doorstep of a vast continent to a small island, some landscape memory of hugeness underlay the country’s later drive for empire,” Proulx muses.
The sphagnum moss of the bogs “holds a third of the earth’s organic carbon,” I learned. When drained, the soil still leaks CO2 for a hundred years. “It can take ten thousand years for a bog to convert to peat but in only a few weeks a human on a peat cutter machine can strip a large area down to the primordial gravel.” In ancient times, humans made offerings to the bogs. Including humans. Bog people have been discovered across the world, preserved by the acidity and low oxygen, telling their gruesome stories of human sacrifice.
In 1849 Congress passed the first Swamp Land laws that allowed states to sell wetlands for draining. The land made first rate farm land. The Great Black Swamp, the Dismal Swamp, the Kankakee, mangrove swamps, the Limberlost–all their stories are told by Proulx.
Proulx describes the beauty of these vanished landscapes.
The fen people of all periods knew the still water, infinite moods of cloud. They lived in reflections and moving reed shadows, poled through curtains of rain, gazed at the layered horizon, at curling waves that pummeled the land edge in storms.
from Fen, Bog, & Swamp by Annie Proulx
My husband recalled when he worked as a grants officer that Duck Unlimited was a major contributor to wetlands protection as supporting duck hunting. And pages later, Proulx commented on this ironic support. Her descriptions of the multitude and number of species that flourish in wetlands is wondrous. And when we discovered them, what did we do? We brought our guns and hunted for the sake of shooting. As if our only response to being awestruck by the magnificence of the natural world is to destroy it.
And by destroying wetlands, we have increased the CO2 that drives climate change. Some wetlands are being restored as we realize their benefit.
Is it too late to stop or reverse or slow climate change? Can humans alter their concept of using the natural world to respecting it? The rights of nature is an emerging concept, and if we can alter our behavior and laws, perhaps the very worse can be avoided. Maybe.
So, I enjoy my house, inherited from my parents who bought it five years after it was built, a house which sits where once a pond existed, where even fifty years ago garter snakes and toads visited the yard. And realize that my gain and benefit had a huge cost on the local and world environment.
I received a free ARC from Simon & Schuster. My review is fair and unbiased
The entire city was once swampland, as was much of Southeast Michigan. The glaciers that carved the
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land and melted to make the Great Lakes and the thousands of lakes in Michigan left behind waterlogged land.The year we moved into this house a torrential rain flooded most of the city.
The Oakland County Landscape Stewardship Plan of 2017 stated:
“The development of the southeastern zone, and the conversion of historically wetland area to
residential properties, has led to a number of complications including a major loss in
stormwater storage and flood control capacity. These communities have struggled to adapt to
the loss of these natural stormwater retention areas as hardscape cover has expanded with
continued development. These issues were highlighted in 2012 and 2013 when rainwater from
severe storms closed highways, flooded homes, and stopped commerce and business in this
region for several days. It is important that land managers and foresters understand the
symbiosis that exists between wetlands and forests, and that they ensure the protection of these
adjacent wetland areas is worked into any forest management plan.”
I thought that I had an idea of what the area would have looked like before it was turned into a suburban neighborhood because a few blocks away is Cummingston Park, created in 1925. For as long as I have known the park it has been wet and flooded. But I learned that in the 1950s while a college student, my sixth grade teacher documented it as a wonderful wildflower haven…until the land around it became developed and the water accumulated in the park with no where to go.
Ok, then, I turned to the other local nature park, Tenhave Woods, a mile and a half away, next to my high school. It was formed in 1955. It was fenced after my high school classmate’s brother was murdered in the woods in 1967. Tenhave has a vernal pond and swampland and it is documented that it always had swamp land. It has a high fence to keep out deer and protect the wildflowers. Every spring we visit to see the trillium and other wildflowers that take over the ground. My high school biology teacher was part of the society that formed to protect both of these woods.
My husband’s family also lived on swampland. His great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents settled in Lynne Township, St. Clair County, Michigan on reclaimed swampland. In fact, the 1865 map shows A. Scoville’s land bordered the swampland. The 1897 map shows all that swampland was privately owned farms. When we visited the area we could see the drainage ditches.
How much of its wetlands has Michigan lost? I was shocked to learn that the greatest loss was around Lake Huron and Lake St Clair. Why would I be surprised? Constance Fenimore Woolston’s 1855 story St. Clair Flats tells of a man’s enchanted encounter with the St, Clair marshes only to return five years later to find them destroyed and replaced by a canal.
That’s a lot of wetlands loss.
Annie Proulx wanted to understand and organize the massive amount of information about wetlands and their loss and the impact on climate change. Her essay turned into a book. In brief, wetlands store CO2, and their destruction releases it into the atmosphere. Once lost, wetlands are not easily restores. But across the world, we are endeavoring to reclaim lost wetlands.
The book considers the various forms of wetlands:
fens, fed by rivers and streams, usually deep, peat-forming, and supporting reeds and marsh grass
bogs, shallower water fed by rainfall, peat-forming, and supporting sphagnum mosses
swamps, a peat-making, shallow wetland with trees and shrubs
I was quite charmed by the book. Proulx delves into so many aspects of wetlands. She describes humans who once lived in harmony with the land, before land was privatized and turned into ‘productive’ farmland to increase the owner’s wealth. The English fens once covered 15,500 square miles and now less than 1 percent remains. The abundant life of the fens also disappeared. My mind was set alight reading about the lost Doggerland which connected Britain and Europe, suddenly flooded by seawater from glacial melt at the end of the Ice Age. I dreamed of those people that night. “I wonder if, as the waters rose, metamorphosing proto-England from the doorstep of a vast continent to a small island, some landscape memory of hugeness underlay the country’s later drive for empire,” Proulx muses.
The sphagnum moss of the bogs “holds a third of the earth’s organic carbon,” I learned. When drained, the soil still leaks CO2 for a hundred years. “It can take ten thousand years for a bog to convert to peat but in only a few weeks a human on a peat cutter machine can strip a large area down to the primordial gravel.” In ancient times, humans made offerings to the bogs. Including humans. Bog people have been discovered across the world, preserved by the acidity and low oxygen, telling their gruesome stories of human sacrifice.
In 1849 Congress passed the first Swamp Land laws that allowed states to sell wetlands for draining. The land made first rate farm land. The Great Black Swamp, the Dismal Swamp, the Kankakee, mangrove swamps, the Limberlost–all their stories are told by Proulx.
Proulx describes the beauty of these vanished landscapes.
The fen people of all periods knew the still water, infinite moods of cloud. They lived in reflections and moving reed shadows, poled through curtains of rain, gazed at the layered horizon, at curling waves that pummeled the land edge in storms.
from Fen, Bog, & Swamp by Annie Proulx
My husband recalled when he worked as a grants officer that Duck Unlimited was a major contributor to wetlands protection as supporting duck hunting. And pages later, Proulx commented on this ironic support. Her descriptions of the multitude and number of species that flourish in wetlands is wondrous. And when we discovered them, what did we do? We brought our guns and hunted for the sake of shooting. As if our only response to being awestruck by the magnificence of the natural world is to destroy it.
And by destroying wetlands, we have increased the CO2 that drives climate change. Some wetlands are being restored as we realize their benefit.
Is it too late to stop or reverse or slow climate change? Can humans alter their concept of using the natural world to respecting it? The rights of nature is an emerging concept, and if we can alter our behavior and laws, perhaps the very worse can be avoided. Maybe.
So, I enjoy my house, inherited from my parents who bought it five years after it was built, a house which sits where once a pond existed, where even fifty years ago garter snakes and toads visited the yard. And realize that my gain and benefit had a huge cost on the local and world environment.
I received a free ARC from Simon & Schuster. My review is fair and unbiased
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LibraryThing member ozzer
Proulx makes a strong case in favor of three habitats that we seldom consider, and when we do, our thoughts incline toward the negative. We perceive these places as waste lands that would better serve us by being drained. They are often impenetrable and seem to impede human progress. Moreover, they
This well researched book is filled with many fascinating scientific, geographic, sociological and historical facts that make for an enlightening reading experience. Despite this, Proulx’s narrative style has a decidedly stream-of consciousness feel to it. Unlike her superb fiction, firm connections between the book’s various topics decidedly are lacking.
Her central thesis is that these vast wetlands are incredibly important for the survival of the planet, and they are being destroyed at a frightening pace. Clearly, Proulx loves and appreciates all these low-lying and moist locales as they are. Despite some innovative restorative initiatives, we already may be beyond a tipping point to save these intriguing and vital habitats.
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can be forbidding because of their threatening flora and fauna, as well the ghosts that are buried or lost there. This well researched book is filled with many fascinating scientific, geographic, sociological and historical facts that make for an enlightening reading experience. Despite this, Proulx’s narrative style has a decidedly stream-of consciousness feel to it. Unlike her superb fiction, firm connections between the book’s various topics decidedly are lacking.
Her central thesis is that these vast wetlands are incredibly important for the survival of the planet, and they are being destroyed at a frightening pace. Clearly, Proulx loves and appreciates all these low-lying and moist locales as they are. Despite some innovative restorative initiatives, we already may be beyond a tipping point to save these intriguing and vital habitats.
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LibraryThing member richardderus
The Publisher Says: From Pulitzer Prize winner Annie Proulx—whose novels are infused with her knowledge and deep concern for the earth—comes a riveting, revelatory history of our wetlands, their ecological role, and what their systematic destruction means for the planet.
A lifelong
Taking us on a fascinating journey through history, Proulx shows us the fens of 16th-century England to Canada’s Hudson Bay lowlands, Russia’s Great Vasyugan Mire, America’s Okeefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, and the 19th-century explorers who began the destruction of the Amazon rainforest. Along the way, she writes of the diseases spawned in the wetlands—the Ague, malaria, Marsh Fever—and the surprisingly significant role of peat in industrialization.
A sobering look at the degradation of wetlands over centuries and the serious ecological consequences, this is a stunningly important work and a rousing call to action by a writer whose passionate devotion to understanding and preserving the environment is on full and glorious display.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA NETGALLEY. THANK YOU.
My Review: First things first: Those title words aren't synonyms, exactly, so much as a family tree of naturally occurring wet places on Earth.
fens, fed by rivers and streams, usually deep, peat-forming, and supporting reeds and marsh grass
bogs, shallower water fed by rainfall, peat-forming, and supporting sphagnum mosses
swamps, a peat-making, shallow wetland with trees and shrubs
This information is important to fully understanding the scale and cost of wetland losses we've inflicted on the planet. Author Proulx (whose use of "yclept" in this book I note here with a big smile, as it's a favorite underused word of mine) is an experienced campaigner when it comes to putting English through its paces to evoke a sense of place and a perception of mood:
The fen people of all periods knew the still water, infinite moods of cloud. They lived in reflections and moving reed shadows, poled through curtains of rain, gazed at the layered horizon, at curling waves that pummeled the land edge in storms.
–and–
It can take ten thousand years for a bog to convert to peat but in only a few weeks a human on a peat cutter machine can strip a large area down to the primordial gravel.
Nothing made by human minds is ever perfect. I'm glad the title gave Author Proulx, eighty-six at this writing, an opportunity to mourn publicly the fens of her Connecticut childhood. I was fascinated by the information about the vanished English fens. But the bogs came in for a cursory examination in comparison, seen mostly through the lens of bog bodies. I acknowledge the personal element of the fact that they're bodies probably gave more heft to the science of peat bogs that really needed to be presented. I found it a distraction, though, while others may think of it as an enhancement.
It is with the swamps and bayous of my erstwhile stomping grounds, Southern Texas and its adjacent lowlands, that the short shrift became apparent. Houston and its urban sprawl could, and should, form a book of damning indictments of greed and stupidity. New Orleans was, for reasons I simply can't understand, rescued as a human habitation after the death of the many bayous and wetlands south of it resulted in its near destruction...an expensive playground for rich people. Another book that should be written (again).
But take away from any read the best, accept that not all of it was made with your taste in mind, and Author Proulx's essential message shines a harsh lime-light onto the instrumentalist Judeo-Christian worldview that's landed us in this awful mess:
The attitude of looking at nature solely as something to be exploited—without cooperative thanks or appeasing sacrifices—is ingrained in western cultures.
Our addiction to Being Right, to understanding the uses but not the purposes of this, our one and only planet, is killing us. And the death sentence has fallen on our generation. Lucky, lucky us we have Author Proulx to bear witness: "The waters tremble at our chutzpah and it seems we will not change."
A lifelong
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environmentalist, Annie Proulx brings her wide-ranging research and scholarship to the subject of wetlands and the vitally important yet little understood role they play in preserving the environment—by storing the carbon emissions that greatly contribute to climate change. Fens, bogs, swamps, and marine estuaries are the earth’s most desirable and dependable resources, and in four stunning parts, Proulx documents the long-misunderstood role of these wetlands in saving the planet.Taking us on a fascinating journey through history, Proulx shows us the fens of 16th-century England to Canada’s Hudson Bay lowlands, Russia’s Great Vasyugan Mire, America’s Okeefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, and the 19th-century explorers who began the destruction of the Amazon rainforest. Along the way, she writes of the diseases spawned in the wetlands—the Ague, malaria, Marsh Fever—and the surprisingly significant role of peat in industrialization.
A sobering look at the degradation of wetlands over centuries and the serious ecological consequences, this is a stunningly important work and a rousing call to action by a writer whose passionate devotion to understanding and preserving the environment is on full and glorious display.
I RECEIVED A DRC FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA NETGALLEY. THANK YOU.
My Review: First things first: Those title words aren't synonyms, exactly, so much as a family tree of naturally occurring wet places on Earth.
fens, fed by rivers and streams, usually deep, peat-forming, and supporting reeds and marsh grass
bogs, shallower water fed by rainfall, peat-forming, and supporting sphagnum mosses
swamps, a peat-making, shallow wetland with trees and shrubs
This information is important to fully understanding the scale and cost of wetland losses we've inflicted on the planet. Author Proulx (whose use of "yclept" in this book I note here with a big smile, as it's a favorite underused word of mine) is an experienced campaigner when it comes to putting English through its paces to evoke a sense of place and a perception of mood:
The fen people of all periods knew the still water, infinite moods of cloud. They lived in reflections and moving reed shadows, poled through curtains of rain, gazed at the layered horizon, at curling waves that pummeled the land edge in storms.
–and–
It can take ten thousand years for a bog to convert to peat but in only a few weeks a human on a peat cutter machine can strip a large area down to the primordial gravel.
Nothing made by human minds is ever perfect. I'm glad the title gave Author Proulx, eighty-six at this writing, an opportunity to mourn publicly the fens of her Connecticut childhood. I was fascinated by the information about the vanished English fens. But the bogs came in for a cursory examination in comparison, seen mostly through the lens of bog bodies. I acknowledge the personal element of the fact that they're bodies probably gave more heft to the science of peat bogs that really needed to be presented. I found it a distraction, though, while others may think of it as an enhancement.
It is with the swamps and bayous of my erstwhile stomping grounds, Southern Texas and its adjacent lowlands, that the short shrift became apparent. Houston and its urban sprawl could, and should, form a book of damning indictments of greed and stupidity. New Orleans was, for reasons I simply can't understand, rescued as a human habitation after the death of the many bayous and wetlands south of it resulted in its near destruction...an expensive playground for rich people. Another book that should be written (again).
But take away from any read the best, accept that not all of it was made with your taste in mind, and Author Proulx's essential message shines a harsh lime-light onto the instrumentalist Judeo-Christian worldview that's landed us in this awful mess:
The attitude of looking at nature solely as something to be exploited—without cooperative thanks or appeasing sacrifices—is ingrained in western cultures.
Our addiction to Being Right, to understanding the uses but not the purposes of this, our one and only planet, is killing us. And the death sentence has fallen on our generation. Lucky, lucky us we have Author Proulx to bear witness: "The waters tremble at our chutzpah and it seems we will not change."
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LibraryThing member BobVTReader
I am very interested in wetlands, the biology and chemistry of the wetlands etc. I had wondered what type of book a non-scientist could write about these wetlands? As it turns out a very good and interesting book. I do wonder why the section on swamps is so short and does not sing like the the
Overall the book is a wonderful non-scientific look at these valuable wetlands. It is more a story of the loss of wetlands and some of the efforts trying to preserve them. The story is heartbreaking and it is amazing story of stupidity and greed that has made the world a much poorer place.
It is definitely a must read book and I hope that it will encourage further reading and exploring of the subject.
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other sections of the book. Was it a time thing, or was she bored with the section. This is why I gave it only 4 stars.Overall the book is a wonderful non-scientific look at these valuable wetlands. It is more a story of the loss of wetlands and some of the efforts trying to preserve them. The story is heartbreaking and it is amazing story of stupidity and greed that has made the world a much poorer place.
It is definitely a must read book and I hope that it will encourage further reading and exploring of the subject.
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LibraryThing member CarltonC
A beautifully written short book, or rather collection of essays, delving into historic and literary references to fens (English), bogs (North European) and swamps (North American), and yes, they are defined differently, together with reflections upon man’s ecological damage to these land
I really enjoyed this book as I am interested in, and have read about, many of the digressions that Proulx makes, such as Doggerland (flooded area between the UK and the Netherlands) and the archaeology of the Fens. She also references novels and short stories that I have read, which added to my enjoyment. The final essay on the swamps of North America was of least interest to me, possibly because I don’t know the country, but more likely because it felt like a list of places, rather more detailed exploration of a few locations.
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features. There is some unnecessary repetition from essay to essay, but not too annoying.I really enjoyed this book as I am interested in, and have read about, many of the digressions that Proulx makes, such as Doggerland (flooded area between the UK and the Netherlands) and the archaeology of the Fens. She also references novels and short stories that I have read, which added to my enjoyment. The final essay on the swamps of North America was of least interest to me, possibly because I don’t know the country, but more likely because it felt like a list of places, rather more detailed exploration of a few locations.
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LibraryThing member dele2451
A timely, important, and informative book. If you want a broad and useful perspective on peat bogs, mires, marshes, etc, this is an accessible and interesting place to start. The nature glossary is especially helpful.
LibraryThing member Helenliz
A love song to the wetlands, this series of essays on different land/water habitats is comprehensive and informative without being dry (pun intended).
It captures aspects of humankind's interactions with watery land from ancient peoples to modern drainage and the massive implications that has for
As someone with fenland heritage, I feel inspired to make some land soggy again.
It captures aspects of humankind's interactions with watery land from ancient peoples to modern drainage and the massive implications that has for
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nature and the environment. As someone with fenland heritage, I feel inspired to make some land soggy again.
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LibraryThing member gypsysmom
I've never really thought of swamps and bogs as beautiful but Annie Proulx describes them as wondrous but rapidly disappearing places. I was quite mesmerized listening to this book. Proulx describes the difference between the various kinds of wetland and the roles they play in sequestering carbon
Now, if only something could be done about all those mosquitoes that live in wet areas I'd be happy to have them return.
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and protecting wildlife and plants. She also goes back in history to explore the fens of England and the peat bogs of Ireland and many other places. Sadly, many of these once large wetlands have almost totatlly disappeared. Proulx argues that if we want to reverse climate change we have to reintroduce these wetlands. Of course, that's not going to be popular with the many people who now live where they were located. Yet, with climate change comes rising ocean levels and more areas that will be submerged so maybe Mother Earth will return to the age of "fens, bogs and swamps".Now, if only something could be done about all those mosquitoes that live in wet areas I'd be happy to have them return.
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LibraryThing member norabelle414
Fens, bogs, and swamps are all wetlands. The lack of oxygen under the water prevents things that fall into it (plants, animals, artifacts of human civilization) from decomposing, so it just builds up in thick layers of carbon, called peat. Peat is so dense that, if left untouched, wetlands hold
Proulx discusses what led her to be interested in wetlands, a bit on the differences between types of wetlands. Then a chapter called “Fen” discusses the people who lived in the fens of prehistoric England, a chapter called “Bog” discusses human bodies found in bogs and the Battle of Teutoburg, and a chapter called “Swamp” details the draining of various North American swamps in the mid- to late-1800s.
I was very much looking forward to reading this and it was quite disappointing. Proulx is not a non-fiction writer or a science communicator. There is no real point here, no thesis statement nor call to action. There are many long tangents (it would be enough to say that the Germans lured the Romans into a swamp at the Battle of Teutoburg, I don’t need 10 pages on it!) and lots of idolizing ancient (white) people for being perfectly at-one with nature, as if they were omniscient instead of just not yet technologically capable of destroying the planet. Proulx rightly criticizes historians who allege that death-by-bog was the traditional punishment for being gay in ancient times, but alleges herself that ancient people would be upset at modern humans for draining wetlands for agriculture (I doubt it! They don’t know what climate change is but they definitely know what easy food is. And they did levee and redirect the wetlands themselves, just not to the modern extent). Most notably, while there are very brief mentions of wetlands elsewhere in the world, the book seems to be willfully only about white people. The fens of eastern England and the bogs of northern Germany together take up half the book, and discussion of swamps in the US begins and ends with white explorers, white politicians and white farmers. How can a book possibly talk about the Great Dismal Swamp and skip over the generations of escaped slaves who lived there? Let alone all of the native people who lived in wetlands across the continent for ten thousand years.
This is a white-washed nothing-burger that does not live up to its title. I want to learn more about peatlands but I’d like something both more scientific and more historical. This is just a few musings. If it was background for a novel it would be fine, but it is not a serious natural history book.
Also, I would never downgrade a book for this, but the lack of Oxford comma in the title and throughout the book drove me crazy. In my head I kept referring to it as “Fen Bognswamp”, which would be a great DnD character name.
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more carbon than any other kind of environment. They’re also one of the most endangered environments on earth. Throughout the last several centuries they have been drained of water and pillaged for their resources, then turned into monoculture farmland.Proulx discusses what led her to be interested in wetlands, a bit on the differences between types of wetlands. Then a chapter called “Fen” discusses the people who lived in the fens of prehistoric England, a chapter called “Bog” discusses human bodies found in bogs and the Battle of Teutoburg, and a chapter called “Swamp” details the draining of various North American swamps in the mid- to late-1800s.
I was very much looking forward to reading this and it was quite disappointing. Proulx is not a non-fiction writer or a science communicator. There is no real point here, no thesis statement nor call to action. There are many long tangents (it would be enough to say that the Germans lured the Romans into a swamp at the Battle of Teutoburg, I don’t need 10 pages on it!) and lots of idolizing ancient (white) people for being perfectly at-one with nature, as if they were omniscient instead of just not yet technologically capable of destroying the planet. Proulx rightly criticizes historians who allege that death-by-bog was the traditional punishment for being gay in ancient times, but alleges herself that ancient people would be upset at modern humans for draining wetlands for agriculture (I doubt it! They don’t know what climate change is but they definitely know what easy food is. And they did levee and redirect the wetlands themselves, just not to the modern extent). Most notably, while there are very brief mentions of wetlands elsewhere in the world, the book seems to be willfully only about white people. The fens of eastern England and the bogs of northern Germany together take up half the book, and discussion of swamps in the US begins and ends with white explorers, white politicians and white farmers. How can a book possibly talk about the Great Dismal Swamp and skip over the generations of escaped slaves who lived there? Let alone all of the native people who lived in wetlands across the continent for ten thousand years.
This is a white-washed nothing-burger that does not live up to its title. I want to learn more about peatlands but I’d like something both more scientific and more historical. This is just a few musings. If it was background for a novel it would be fine, but it is not a serious natural history book.
Also, I would never downgrade a book for this, but the lack of Oxford comma in the title and throughout the book drove me crazy. In my head I kept referring to it as “Fen Bognswamp”, which would be a great DnD character name.
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Language
Original language
English
ISBN
9870008534417
Original publication date
2022
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