So, it's that season again: time to grab a book and lounge by the pool or the lake or on the roof of your apartment. Not a big book with equations, not a book with computer code and not a book about economics or political science. No, it's summer and that means it's time to read books about important stuff like spaceship battles, alien worlds and robots!
In that spirit I wanted to pass along a short list of titles I'm reading this summer as I try to forget that, eventually, this perfect weather will vanish and I'll be fighting the polar vortex again.
#1. The Martian: A Novel by Andy Weir. This book is a complete surprise. It begins with an astronaut stranded on Mars. You've heard that storyline before, right? Well, what usually happens next (often in the hands of lesser authors or screenwriters) would be contact with aliens, be they nasty or helpful. Luckily, Weir entirely skips that trope. Instead, he simply tracks the story of Mark Watney, a guy sent to Mars by NASA as part of six-person team on a 30-day mission. Watney has the bad luck to be left behind when the mission is aborted after less than a week. The book follows Watney's remarkable struggle to use what has been left behind to survive on a freezing desert planet with a thin un-breathable atmosphere. The best part of this book lies in the laugh-out-loud dark humor of Watney's journals as he chronicles his efforts like planting potatoes in his "Hob" using Martian soil and his own ... um ... fertilizer.
#2. Cibola Burn by James S.A. Corey. OMG, I am so excited! The next installment of The Expanse series has just been published. Cibola Burn is the fourth book in a series comprised of Leviathan Wakes, Caliban's War and Abaddon's Gate. Together with a few novellas, these books explore one of the most fully fleshed out science fiction universes I have ever encountered. One of the best things about the first three books is that they all took place in a realistically imagined time when human beings have colonized every possible nook, cranny, moon and asteroid in the solar system. The very human politics of what occurs in that world is told with a realism and drama that makes the subsequent infestation of an alien programmed bio-molecule all the more compelling. Cibola Burn finally takes us out of the solar system into the galaxy as a whole. I'm waiting with bated breath to see what happens next. (John Sheehan wrote a nice review for NPR, if you want more details)
#3. The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen. Ha! Fooled you. You thought this was going to be all science fiction. But I'm also tossing in a 36-year-old book about endurance and self-discovery in the Himalayas. People have been telling me about The Snow Leopard since I was in college. But only recently did I stumble across a battered paperback version on the free shelf of my local library. I started reading it just a few weeks before Matthiessen published his last book and then passed away. Since then I have been slowly working through this life-changing work told in prose as sharp and clear as the mountain vistas it describes. A year or so after the death of his wife from cancer, Matthiessen agrees to join the naturalist George Schaller on a long trek to the Inner Dolpo region of the Tibetan plateau. Schaller is looking for the rare blue sheep known as the bharal. Matthiessen, however, is looking to understand his own suffering in the context of this remote, majestic environment and its inhabitants. At one high pass Matthiessen writes:
"Left alone, I am overtaken by the northern void — no wind, no cloud, no track, no bird, only the crystal crescents between peaks, the ringing monuments of rock that, freed from the talons of ice and snow, thrust an implacable being into the blue. In the early light, the rock shadows on the snow are sharp; in the tension between light and dark is the power of the universe."
Three books. Two months. Enjoy!
Author Peter Matthiessen has died in New York at the age of 86 from acute myeloid leukemia. Matthiessen, a novelist and naturalist, wrote 33 books; among his best-known works are The Snow Leopard and the novels Far Tortuga and At Play in the Fields of the Lord, which was made into a Hollywood film.
He is the only writer to ever win the National Book Award in the categories of Fiction (for Shadow Country) and General Nonfiction (for The Snow Leopard, which also won for Contemporary Thought). He was also a political activist, a Buddhist teacher, co-founder of The Paris Review and, briefly, a spy.
In his first nonfiction book, Matthiessen staked out the territory he would revisit the rest of his life — the destruction of nature and natural peoples at the hands of mankind. Wilderness in America, published in 1959, is a history of the extinction of animal and bird species in North America:
Species appear, and left behind by a changing earth, they disappear forever, and there is a certain solace in the inexorable. But until man, the highest predator, evolved, the process of extinction was a slow one. No species but man, so far as is known, unaided by circumstance or climactic change, has ever extinguished another.
Wilderness in America led to a series of assignments from The New Yorker that in turn led to a series of books.
Matthiessen traveled to New Guinea in 1961 with Michael Rockefeller, who disappeared and may have been the victim of headhunters. He wrote about trips to Africa, The Himalayas, South America and Antarctica.
But he said he never intended to write nonfiction. "Fiction is my first love, and that's the way I began," he said. "And frankly, when I began nonfiction, I did it for money."
McKay Jenkins, the author of The Peter Matthiessen Reader and several nature books, says that's astonishing. "That's kind of like Babe Ruth wanting to be remembered as a pitcher," Jenkins says. "Matthiessen is held in such high regard as a nonfiction writer by nonfiction writers that they sometimes say, 'How is it possible that this guy can be such a virtuoso fiction writer, and give his equally substantial body of nonfiction work such short shrift?' Because all the rest of us are trying to do what we can to mimic his nonfiction work."
Matthiessen was remarkable in a lot of ways. He was born in Manhattan in 1927 to a wealthy family. After a stint in the Navy, he attended Yale, where he began writing short stories — and where one of his professors recruited him into the CIA.
In 1953, Matthiessen co-founded what would become one of the most important literary magazines of the 20th Century, The Paris Review. But he did it as a cover for his CIA activities — the only adventure in his long life that he said he ever regretted.
"I was a spy," he said. "When I went in there, it was the end of the Cold War — Russia was a great menace out there in the distance. It was considered very patriotic to join the CIA. I didn't know my politics were going to veer leftward, and that I would really come to despise the CIA."
Matthiessen's politics led to a lifelong career as an activist. He wrote books about union organizer Cesar Chavez, the American Indian Movement and the disappearing fishermen on Eastern Long Island.
"I go along with Albert Camus, who famously said, 'The responsibility of the writer is to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves,' " Matthiessen said. "And that's always been kind of my informal motto."
For all of his books advocating conservation, Matthiessen saw the destruction of the environment accelerate over his lifetime.
"I can hardly point to a victory that we ever won as conservationists that hasn't been overturned," he said. "But we won some, too — there were long-lasting victories. And if nothing else, we stalled — stalled them off, the developers and exploiters."
If the victories didn't last, the writing does, says Jenkins. "Matthiessen didn't like being called a nature writer. That said, I don't think there's a living nature writer that hasn't been profoundly influenced by Matthiessen's work," he says. "Whether you're talking about Terry Tempest Williams or Barry Lopez or Annie Dillard, I mean, Bill McKibben... any nature writer of any consequence owes a great debt to Matthiessen."
After Matthiessen's second wife, Deborah, died of cancer in 1972, he embraced Zen Buddhism, and eventually became a priest and teacher. In his 1978 book, The Snow Leopard, Matthiessen wrote about a spiritual journey in the remote mountains of Nepal, and the impossibility of capturing experience in words:
The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind, but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day.
Marc S. Kaufman
Being a seeker these days isn't easy. Our world wants us to be certain, whatever our views, and beyond that to be consumers — leaving little room for setting out in search of potentially important personal truths. Then, too, the notion of "seeking" got something of a bad name back in the '60s and '70s, when it became so entwined with drugs and pretend or misguided teachers.
Yet at the beginning of my seventh decade I find myself pulled back to the power of the quest, feeling an urgency about confronting those big questions so easy to shelve earlier in my life. For some guideposts, I returned to a book that both inspired and troubled me years ago, Peter Matthiessen's The Snow Leopard.
A tale of seeking in the extreme, the book recounts the author's trek into the wilds of the Dolpo region of Nepal in the company of another great naturalist and adventurer, George Schaller. The two are ostensibly making the journey to learn about a rare Himalayan sheep. If they are unusually fortunate they might catch a glimpse of the most elusive animal this side of the Yeti, the snow leopard. The odds of encountering either are greatest around the Crystal Mountain Monastery, a top-of-the-world center of Tibetan Buddhism as inaccessible as any place on Earth.
As becomes immediately apparent, the author is an especially keen observer of the natural world, of the high-mountain people who make the quest possible and, most compellingly, of himself.
The rugged Matthiessen describes matter-of-factly the endless difficulties they face — weeks of unexpected monsoon rain, the frequent disappearances of essential porters, the high cliffside trails less than two feet wide. But the hardships of the trek are a stand-in for the real drama: Matthiessen has just lost his wife to cancer. His hurt and confusion are so great that he places his 8-year-old son into the care of others so he can set off for Dolpo. Why he did that, how he could be so appealing yet so selfish, was always a puzzle to me.
Clearly, Matthiessen was a seeker — a driven man who had consumed his share of drugs, who looked for wisdom in many far-flung cultures, who later turned to Zen Buddhism. But more apparent to me now is that tracking the snow leopard was a search for something essential at a time of crisis. He needed to relearn how to live in this world, how to access his crippled capacities for understanding and balance.
Selfish? No doubt. But so honest and ultimately revelatory that forgiveness comes easily — especially now that hard self-examination is so devalued, often more shell than substance. For $5,000, after all, you can take a guided trek today that follows the author's path to Crystal Mountain — his physical path, that is.
I've spent the last three years of my career in the company of a different breed of seekers, men and women on what may well be the scientific quest of the century. They are hunting for life beyond Earth, and are learning extraordinary things about our planet and the cosmos as they search. They, like Matthiessen, may never encounter their snow leopards, but that's hardly the point. It's the looking at life, and looking for life, that's important, and Matthiessen lays out plainly but elegantly why that is and why it always must be.
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