Mountains near Membegan, West Papua. Photograph: Jane Sweeney/Getty Images/Lonely Planet Images
There was an intriguing piece by Paul Kingsnorth in last weekend’s Guardian. It strongly suggests how far our machine model of nature and of ourselves is missing the real point and dangerously distorting the truth. It also raises the question of whether our art, in this case the novel, could do more to redress this imbalance. Below is a short extract: for the full post see link.
Climate change and mass extinctions suggest that we have been telling the wrong stories. Writers need to reconnect with the natural world.
We had climbed, slowly, to a high mountain ridge. We were two young Englishmen who were not supposed to be here – journalism was forbidden – and four local guides, members of the Lani tribe. Our guides were moving us around the highlands of West Papua, taking us to…
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Well said!
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Thing is, I DO imagine how the land feels … and it hurts. Every time some moron says that “fracking” is “no big deal,” I want to hunt him down and do some fracking of my own. Kevin Hearne did a nice job of expressing the feelings of Earth in his Iron Druid series. It’s what I liked best about his writing. That and his wolfhound Oberon.
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If the Earth is our mother, or our home.. regardless of how we see it, we are not being either good children or good tenants.
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