Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nature. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Botany of Desire by Michael Pollan
Each spring for a period of weeks the imperial gardens were filled with prize tulips (Turkish, Dutch, Iranian), all of them shown to their best advantage. Tulips whose petals had flexed too wide were held shut with fine threads hand-tied. Most of the bulbs had been grown in place, but these were supplemented by thousands of cut stems held in glass bottles; the scale of the display was further compounded by mirrors placed strategically around the garden. Each variety was marked with a label made from silver filigree. In place of every fourth flower a candle, its wick trimmed to tulip height, was set into the ground. Songbirds in gilded cages supplied the music, and hundreds of giant tortoises carrying candles on their backs lumbered through the gardens, further illuminating the display. [...] The whole scene was repeated every night for as long as the tulips were in bloom, for as long as Sultan Ahmed managed to cling to his throne.
-The Botany of Desire
A pretty scene, isn't it? (Well, I'm not sure if the giant tortoises would agree.) There's something so magical about a beauty that transcends time, something boiled down to the essentials of color, shape, and light. The beauty of a tulip bathed in the radiance of candles as opposed to that of, say, some shiny new high-tech device, however nice its contours or its color. Of course, I'm a former art history student, so I tend to get a bit excited over color and light.
I also get excited about books about food. The Botany of Desire is a little different than other food books I've read, because it mostly focuses on the development of plants; specifically, how they have evolved to fulfill certain human desires. Pollan looks at apples (sweetness), tulips (beauty), marijuana (intoxication), and potatoes (control). Each plant/desire leads him in a different direction, some of which I found more interesting than others.
We begin with the apple. How can you not? Adam and Eve, Johnny Appleseed—the apple is so woven into our mythology. Even so, I found this to be the driest section, although I did appreciate the look into the importance of biodiversity of the species (also addressed in the potato section).
Pollan then moves on to the tulip, with a look at the tulipomania that struck the Netherlands in the 17th century. Again, I didn't find this particularly compelling—but luckily things pick up once Pollan starts in on marijuana. He shares his own pot-growing high jinks, but also considers why/if the plant encourages intoxication.Throughout, Pollan speculates on plants developing in ways that would encourage people to grow them. With the discussion of marijuana, I thought this became more interesting, possibly because the idea of intoxication itself merits a lot of attention—thus scientists continuing to look into how marijuana works on the brain.
And then we came to the potato.
The toxin, which is produced by a bacterium that occurs naturally in the soil, is generally thought to be safe for humans, yet the Bt [Bacillus thuringiensis] in genetically modified crops is behaving a little differently from the ordinary Bt that farmers have been spraying on their crops for years. Instead of quickly breaking down in nature, as it usually does, genetically modified Bt toxin seems to be building up in the soil. This may be insignificant; we don't know. (We don't really know what Bt is doing in soil in the first place.) We also don't know what effect all this new Bt in the environment may have on the insects we don't want to kill, though there are reasons to be concerned. In laboratory experiments scientists have found that the pollen from Bt corn is lethal to monarch butterflies. Monarchs don't eat corn pollen, but they do eat, exclusively, the leaves of milkweed (Asclepias syriaca), a weed that is common in American cornfields. When monarch caterpillars eat milkweed leaves dusted with Bt corn pollen, they sicken and die. Will this happen in the field? And how serious will the problem be if it does? We don't know.
I can't lie, the potato was my favorite chapter. Pollan looks into the development of potatoes that are resistant to the potato bugs—not because of anything sprayed upon them, but because of their genetic makeup, as designed by chemical giant Monsanto. It's a fascinating, troubling look at the difficulties facing farmers today. Some of the issues addressed came up during the tail end of Food, Inc., when the topic turned to the burgeoning field of patents on particular varieties of corn—once again, designed by Monsanto. I certainly imagine you can't help but look at the potato differently after reading this chapter—I know I'll be thinking hard about where the next potato I buy comes from and what might be in it.
Overall, I didn't enjoy this one as much as In Defense of Food, but I still found it to be a worthwhile read. I'd also be interested in checking out the television documentary of the same name (currently streaming on Netflix!).
Up next: Good question! There must be something lying around....
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Red-Tails in Love by Marie Winn

They'd been checking the place out for a few months now and things looked good. Plenty of food around - corn-fed pigeons and garbage-fed rats. A lake to bathe in. Protection available from wind and storms. Time to get the show on the road. On March 17th the hawk pair began to build a nest in Central Park. It was a historic event, for in the 119 years of the park's existence, no hawk had ever nested there before.
-Red-Tails in Love
Central Park is one of my very favorite places in New York City. I love to walk around there on sunny days and perhaps pick out a spot at Bethesda Terrace or along the mall where I can read. I have been many times, but I have to say I'd never given a lot of consideration to Central Park's birds, or birds in the city in general. I mean, I'd noticed a fair amount of pigeons, but I would have to say my observations stopped there.
Enter Red-Tails in Love, not only the story of the hawks' improbable urban nest, but also of all of Central Park's avian inhabitants and the people who love to watch them. The central saga, which details the life and loves of hawk Pale Male, is undoubtedly charming, but I was also taken with the community of birdwatchers. I love books that let you inside quirky, single-minded groups. (Word Freak is a favorite that immediately springs to mind.) I can't imagine knowing so much about birds, but I find it rather impressive. Being able to identify birds seems to be such a concrete, relevant thing to know, and I often wish I knew more of those sorts of things and fewer commercial jingles and actor C.V.s.
After finishing the book, I was inspired to go to Central Park today and have a look around. Now, I don't have binoculars and, as I already mentioned, my knowledge of birds is limited. That being said, I definitely saw pigeons (shock!), house sparrows, starlings, robins, blue jays, grackles, and mourning doves. I also saw something that may have been a female downy woodpecker (a common bird, but not one I'm familiar with), and possibly a gray catbird. All of this, and all I'd ever seen before was pigeons. They're all common birds, but that's still quite a variety.
On my walk, I started off at the Met, then walked south to the Inventors' Gate before heading west. I skirted the southern edge of the Ramble, which I've always been a little leery of - it's lovely and secluded, but the latter aspect makes feel a little less safe than the rest of the park; of course, it also has quite a reputation for illicit activities. There ended up being quite a few birdwatchers, however, so I'm glad I explored a bit. The Ramble definitely had the densest bird population, although I saw birds (granted, mostly pigeons and house sparrows) continuously as I walked over to Strawberry Fields and then south to Columbus Circle.
I also looked for the hawk nest, which is on a building on the corner of 74th Street and 5th Avenue. I could see where it probably was, but it is pretty high up to see clearly without assistance. The hawkwatchers were there, but I am not the kind of person who is good at sauntering up and asking to use someone's telescope. Besides, as no one was looking in the telescopes, I have to assume that the hawks were not at the nest at that point.
I realize this review has been about 25% about the book and 75% about me in Central Park. I think, however, that that is actually a mark of how much I enjoyed the book. I had a film professor in college who said that one of the aspects he considered in judging a film was its rewatchability factor; I think rereadability is an important aspect of books as well. Red-Tails in Love reminded me of an another important factor, which is a book's capacity to change the way you see the world. Now, I don't imagine I'll be taking up with the hawkwatchers any time soon, but if I learn a few more bird names and pay a bit more attention to the natural world around me, so much the better.
Next up: I borrowed Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks and The Battle of the Labyrinth (the 4th Percy Jackson book) by Rick Riordan from the library; Sacks is up first.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Poem: "Young Orchard"
It has become pretty quickly apparent that, were I to limit myself to only posting book reviews, I wouldn't be able to post nearly so often as I would like. Now, I won't pretend that I will be able to keep up this rate, but I like to think I will post regularly enough to make visiting worthwhile.
So, for today, a quick read - a poem. I read this in a May 2008 New Yorker (not a typo, I'm actually a year behind) and I found it quite accessible and charming. It's also short (I'm not wild about poems that go on for pages) and well suited to spring.
"Young Orchard" by Richard Wilbur
So, for today, a quick read - a poem. I read this in a May 2008 New Yorker (not a typo, I'm actually a year behind) and I found it quite accessible and charming. It's also short (I'm not wild about poems that go on for pages) and well suited to spring.
"Young Orchard" by Richard Wilbur
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