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I have loved the essays I have read by Charles Bowden individually. Whether disturbing or provocative, he grabs you somewhere deep and won't let go. In a full length book, it is feeling too intense for me. The themes of our destruction of the earth and our intransigencies in our history keep returning and returning like the tide. As does the metaphor/image of the orchid. I didn't get very far into the book, I confess. I think I will have to let this one mellow on the bookshelf for a few years or a decade. Maybe then I will be angry enough to feel with along with it, or otherwise patient enough to let it come to me.
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