Book Review: Bad Land

Bad Land: An American Romance by Jonathan Raban, an Englishman who now lives in Seattle, is an intriguing social history of the homesteading movement in eastern Montana in the early 20th century. Seduced by the government’s Enlarged Homestead Act of 1909 granting individuals 320 acres of non-irrigable land, and lured by deceiving colorful brochures published by the railroad, future farmers and ranchers came to Montana to make their fortune, or at least to make a decent living.

Raban follows several families’ stories from when they first arrived with high hopes to how they were often defeated by blistering summers, minus forty-degree winters, and years of drought. Plus, the monotonous, endless prairie was demoralizing to many. Although homesteaders could obtain loans from local banks for expensive machinery, it was soon obvious that the land could not support the crops or livestock needed to repay loans. Some families were resourceful and managed to thrive, but there were few success stories.

I admired Raban’s ability to show the dignity and integrity of the descendants of early homesteaders. Most of them were proud of the accomplishments of their indomitable ancestors who worked hard to provide for their families under unbelievably harsh conditions. But mostly, the homesteaders’ dreams turned sour; there were simply too many hardships to overcome.

Raban also delves into modern day and the rebellious spirit often seen in rural Montana’s anti-government militia movements. These resentments often stem from long-held family beliefs that the government and big business conspired together against the “little folk.” The government made the opportunities by encouraging people to settle the land; the bank profited from farms and ranches being repossessed.

I enjoyed Bad Land and found Raban’s keen observations enlightening and fun to read. In researching the area, the author endured harsh weather, loneliness, and exposing himself as a “greenhorn” in order to delve into the reality of Montana’s “wild west.”

Book Review: Manhatten Beach

Manhattan Beach, a novel by Jennifer Egan, captured my attention from beginning to end. The novel covers the early years of World War II through 1944.

When Anna Kerrigan, nearly twelve years old, accompanies her father to visit the lovely home of Dexter Styles, she has no idea that Styles is a gangster and that somehow there is a crucial connection between the two men. Styles’ beautiful seaside home is a marvel, its opulence unimaginable to her. Anna lives with her parents and severely crippled sister on the sixth floor of a tenement building.

Years later Anna’s father has disappeared and the country is at war. Anna works at the Brooklyn Naval Yard as the first female diver, a dangerous and exclusive occupation. At first experiencing hesitancy and even scorn from her superior and fellow divers, Anna proves herself a valuable asset as an underwater welder repairing ships that will eventually help win the war.

One evening Anna again meets Dexter Styles at a nightclub and begins to understand the relationship between him and her father. As Dexter Styles’ life unfolds, the reader is taken to a world few experience, a lifestyle that has its own set of scruples.

I very much enjoyed Manhattan Beach. The novel brings fresh detail and character to an era that changed the world forever. The author drew me in to the lives of the characters. I especially appreciated the precise details of the hard-hat atmospheric diving apparatus. Having worked as the only female at a professional deep sea diving school, I was particularly interested in the novel’s perspective of the diving profession, especially from a woman’s viewpoint.

Book Review: Moonscape

Moonscape by Julie Weston is the third in the “A Nellie Burns and Moonshine Mystery” series. The mystery takes place in the 1920s around what is now known as Craters of the Moon, an ancient lava field that spreads across 618 square miles in southwest Idaho.

Sheriff Charlie Asteguigoiri and Nellie Burns, now on a first-name basis, have worked out an arrangement for Nellie to become his crime photographer. Three people have been reported missing and the Sheriff and Nellie, together with her dog, Moonshine, follow a lead that the threesome, a man and two women, have gone to the lava fields and haven’t been seen since. There is talk that the missing people were involved in a religious cult, but the investigation unveils lies, greed and dangerous relationships.

The lava fields are treacherous with caves, tunnels, sharp peaks and uneven difficult- to-navigate ground. Their initial investigation reveals one dead body, but that is only the beginning of a sinister, perplexing puzzle.

Author Julie Weston has again woven an intriguing mystery which includes an unusual landscape vividly described. The character Nellie Burns, a woman of courage and curiosity, is a skilled photographer with ambitions rarely seen of women in that time period. Although it isn’t necessary to have read the previous two mysteries in the series, Moonshadows and Basque Moon, to appreciate this novel, I enjoyed revisiting some of the previous characters in this latest mystery, Moonscape.

Dungeness Recreation Area

Dungeness Recreation Area was a highlight of our recent visit to the Olympic Peninsula. This crown jewel of Clallam County Parks is located in the crest of the Peninsula with views of the Olympic Mountains to the south, and the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Vancouver Island to the north. To the east, Mount Baker and other peaks of the Cascade Range are visible, and to the west is Port Angeles.

The sixty-six spacious camp sites have fire rings and picnic tables. There are no utility hook-up sites. Many of the sites operate on a first-come, first-served basis. A separate bicycle camping area and a reservable group camp are also available.

Plentiful equestrian and pedestrian trails meander throughout the park. One of our favorites was a bluff trail extending the length of the camp. Another easy half-mile walk led us through the forest to an overlook above Dungeness Spit.

A hiking trail also connects with the Dungeness National Wildlife Refuge, managed by the United States Fish and Wildlife Service, and open daily from sunrise to sunset. The trail continues down a steep hill to the Spit which becomes a 5-mile beach walk to the lighthouse. The refuge protects critical habitat for wildlife and provides viewing opportunities for visitors.

Dungeness Recreation Area can be used as a base camp with four day-use County parks within a five-minute drive, or the town of Sequim is a short ten-minute drive.

A lovely advantage of the area is that the local rainshadow creates an environment where it rains only eighteen inches a year with 254 mostly or partly sunny days. During the winter there are five times as many sunny days and a quarter of heavy overcast days compared to Seattle.

For a great destination filled with a variety of activities, it’s hard to beat the Olympic Peninsula for enjoying nature at its finest.

To learn more and to make reservations, visit: http://www.clallam.net/Parks/Dungeness.html

Book Review: Lillian’s Legacy

Carmen Peone’s latest release, Lillian’s Legacy, the third novel of the “Gardner Sibling Trilogy,” takes place in Northeast Washington Territory, 1875. Lillian Gardner dreams of becoming a healer using natural medicines. Along with her dreams, Lillian also has feelings of resentment and frustration. It seems her sister and brother get all the attention and admiration from their parents. On the day of her sister’s wedding, it looks like Lillian’s family has forgotten her sixteenth birthday. All the excitement is about her sister’s wedding. Their neighbors are gathered for the happy event; it seems Lillian’s special day has been swept aside.

Among the wedding guests a stranger appears, a strangely-dressed elderly woman. Lillian talks with the woman who seeks rest for herself and her horse. The woman, Doctor Mali Maddox, originally from Wales, is on her way to the Kettle Falls area to administer medical care to the River Paddlers, a Native American tribe in the Pend Oreille River Territory.

Lillian and Doctor Maddox form a friendship and agree that the two will travel together. Afraid her parents won’t approve, and angry that all their attention seems to go to her sister anyway, Lillian leaves without her parents’ permission or knowledge.

As the two set out for the wilds of Eastern Washington and Indian Territory they encounter people desperately in need of medical care. But, unfortunately, they also meet people with evil intentions, putting Lillian and Doctor Maddox in danger. Even more than the danger, Lillian suffers guilt for the way she left her family. She wonders if she’ll ever achieve her dream of helping people, of being able to leave a legacy of hope.

I found Lillian’s Legacy a story of courage and inspiration. Carmen Peone writes with knowledge and experience about Native American culture. She has lived on the Colville Confederated Reservation with her husband, a tribal member, and has learned the Arrow Lakes (Sinyekst) language, cultural traditions and legends. In addition, she speaks with authority on horses and competes in local riding events. In researching this novel, she sought expert advice on tribal herbal practices, and also on Welsh customs and language. Lillian’s Legacy is listed as a Young Adult novel, but I think it would be of interest to anyone interested in natural medicines, and of the customs of this time period.

Book Review: A Long Walk to Water

A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park is based on the true 1985 flight of a Sudanese boy, Salva, 11. Each chapter starts with a fictional but realistic section about a young girl, Nya, in southern Sudan beginning in 2008. Nya must make two very long walks daily to fetch water for her family. In reading this poignant account, I imagined that the two stories would intersect, and they eventually do in a surprising and satisfying way.

Salva was at school when the Second Sudanese Civil War finally reached his village. The war began two years earlier between the Muslim-dominated government in the north and the non-Muslim coalition in the south. As marauders approached his school, the teacher told the students to run and to keep going. Salva couldn’t return to his village or to his family because that was where the conflict was taking place. He quickly became separated from the other school children, but eventually found other people to travel with, though they were strangers.

Years passed while Salva walked through Sudan and eventually to Ethiopia going from one refugee camp to another, eventually making his way to a camp in Kenya. By this time he was one of what are now known as “The Lost Boys.” He had been away from his village for eleven years, years of grueling travel or of barely surviving crowded refugee camps.

Nya’s continuing story struck a familiar note for me. Having spent two years in West Africa with the Peace Corps in the small country of The Gambia, I know the value and sometimes scarcity of clean water. Daily I saw young girls come to a fresh-water well close to where we lived, fill huge tubs of water, heft the heavy loads onto their heads, and then walk back to some distant village.

How Nya and Salva’s stories eventually come together is heart warming and shows the price so many in Africa have paid pursuing basic human needs. Salva’s true story is daunting, yet inspiring. Unfortunately, Nya’s story is typical in much of Africa. I recommend A Long Walk to Water for people from ages 9 to 99.

Harmattan: The Winds of Africa

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Sand! We woke up hot and sweaty, gritty with sand in our hair, teeth, our folded clothes, even our underwear. The harmattan had started about the time we went to bed.

“Now I know what a sugar cookie feels like,” I said to my husband, Bruce.

It was mid-March in The Gambia where my husband and I served with the Peace Corps (1979 – 1981). During the harmattan season, dry, dusty northeasterly trade winds blow from the Sahara desert over the West African subregion to the Atlantic Ocean.

We lived at the far upriver end of the tiny country near the town of Basse. Bruce worked as a Peace Corps volunteer for the United Nations in their fresh-water well division; I worked at the Basse Health Center. Since Basse is so remote and 250 very long and tedious miles from the capital city of Banjul (the last 120 miles an unpaved, rutty road), we often had house guests–people from United Nations headquarters, US AID staff, and Peace Corps people, either on business or as a get-away destination. This particular time we had two Peace Corps officials: George Scharffenberger, Peace Corps Director in The Gambia, and Terry (sorry, I can’t remember her last name), “The Gambia Desk” person from Peace Corps Washington, D.C.

Our living quarters included two structures. One was a mud-brick building, 10-feet wide and 30-feet long, with three rooms: a primitive kitchen with no running water (in fact, no sink), a dining/living room, and a guest bedroom. There was an 8-inch gap between the wall and the corrugated iron roof. The windows had no glass or screens but we did have leaky corrugated shutters that we rarely closed because of the extreme heat. The other structure, our “bedroom,” was a 15-foot round mud hut with a thatched-grass roof. The door was a screen tacked to a frame. Obviously, we had no real protection from sand driven by strong harmattan winds. The shared compound latrine was a hole in the ground in a fenced-in area about 150-feet from our hut.

The wind had picked up as we bid our guests goodnight. “This is going to be a real honker,” Bruce said. The next morning we swept the sand off our bed, shook out our clothes and went into the other building. A thick coat of sandy dust covered everything. We had to wash all our dishes, silverware and cooking pots before we prepared breakfast. I could see our guests becoming less and less enchanted with our home. Where George lived near the capitol city, there wasn’t much sand, and coming from Washington, D.C., Terry had never experienced such weather. Our guests left soon after breakfast. It appeared they couldn’t leave fast enough.

For us, the harmattan was simply a part of our West African experience. I was reminded of this incident when a dust cloud from West Africa recently reached the southern portion of the United States. I could almost feel the grit between my teeth.

In my memoir, Tubob: Two Years in West Africa with the Peace Corps, Bruce and I, newly married, discover ourselves in new light as we find both strength and frustration in a third-world culture. Caught up in a military coup, we seek refuge in a house with 116 other people and wonder if our lives will ever be the same.

Book Review: My Name is Eva

My Name is Eva by Suzanne Golding is an engrossing World War II historical fiction that takes place from modern-day England and back to Germany during the war years.

The year is 2016 and Evelyn Taylor-Clark, in her nineties, is in an English elder care facility. Although she is still quite alert, she pretends that she suffers from dementia. When her niece and an Inspector visit her, they ask questions about what the niece has found in the house on Evelyn’s large English manor. The Inspector particularly wants to learn what she knows about a Colonel Robinson.

The story reverts to 1939 when Evelyn writes to her husband who is serving in the British Armed Forces. She’s worried that she hasn’t heard from him, then learns that he has been killed on a mission. She’s distraught, but even more so when she learns that his superior officer, Colonel Robinson, sent the men on a mission bound to fail. Evelyn vows revenge.

It’s 1945 and Evelyn has joined the military service as an interpreter for the interrogation of prisoners of war. As she had learned beforehand, the leader of the camp is the same Colonel Robinson, and she finds him ruthless and cruel. She’s appalled at his inhumanity to the prisoners, so much so that she finds a way to leave that position and work at another military establishment.

Back in London, 1985, Evelyn still harbors the desire to avenge her husband’s needless death. She happens to see the Colonel at a concert and finds a way to “introduce” herself to him. She invites him to her English manor and he’s impressed as she shows him her bountiful countryside estate.

As the book toggles over a 70-year span, we learn much about the war and the grim after-effects as thousands of people try to put their lives back together. We see how one man’s inhumanity can dictate the outcome of so many lives. In contrast, we visit the English countryside with its lovely gardens and genteel life.

I enjoyed My Name is Eva. The author’s research is impressive; her wit and cunning shine as she takes us through history and one woman’s eventful life.

Book Review: The Cowboy Way

Journalist David McCumber’s The Cowboy Way: Seasons of a Montana Ranch is a memoir of the author’s year learning what it means to be a real cowboy on an expansive cattle ranch. Bill Galt, owner of Birch Creek Ranch, agrees to hire David McCumber, 44, for one year with the understanding that he perform all the regular duties of any hired hand.

Montana’s Birch Creek Ranch comprises of 64,000-plus acres of deeded and leased land that supports beef cattle, hay and grain fields. The land is mountainous with rolling pastures, and creeks that support the ranch’s water systems.

During the year David performs all the grunt work expected of a newly-hired ranch hand. Immediately upon arrival he wrestles with huge bales of hay, flaking off feed for cattle. Although he’d thought he was in pretty good shape, his body tells him differently, but he keeps at it. As the seasons change he does it all—calving, feeding, fixing fences, irrigating, haying, moving cattle, branding and vaccinating. He fights weeds and fire. He helps maintain the numerous vehicles required for daily operation. By the end of the year he’s lost thirty pounds and several inches from his waist.

Much of what David does is dirty and physically-demanding work, but occasionally he has that perfect “cowboy day”: riding horseback gathering cattle, appreciating the exquisite beauty of this vast land under perfect skies. He also works through freezing conditions in the snow, slogs through mud during the spring thaw, and toils under Montana’s blazing summer sun. Along the way, he describes the beauty of what he smells, sees and hears–the bracing aroma of horse, leather and hay, the herds of elk, birds calling for their mates, sun shimmering off the side of the mountain. He learns to appreciate the strength and know-how of a good cattle horse.

McComber gives us personal views of how a ranch this size works, a look at the kind of person who runs a ranch of this caliber, and of the many men and women he works with. He observes tempers flaring, people who are dedicated to their work, and slackers (who don’t last long). He realizes how hard the 12-14 hour days, with rarely a day off, are on families and marriages. He shares with the reader not only the often dangerous and gritty work, but also the satisfaction of a job well done. The author talks about the economics of running a ranch this size and the necessity of sound business practices.

I very much enjoyed The Cowboy Way and reading this journalist’s experience of a year in a cowboy’s life on a modern cattle ranch.

Book Review: The Fault in Our Stars

Award-winning author John Green’s gentle romance novel, The Fault in Our Stars, is funny, touching, tragic and, along the way, educational. The sarcastic and witty story is written in first-person.

Hazel, 17, in the regressive stage of lung cancer, wheels around an oxygen tank wherever she goes. Her mother realizes Hazel is depressed and insists her daughter attend a support group.The group, all teens except their leader, features a “rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? It’s a side effect of dying.”

At the support group she meets Augustus, 17, who has a slightly gaited walk due to a prosthetic leg, also the result of cancer. Augustus is handsome, quick, clever, and eager to know Hazel. Together they banter, make fun of their conditions, and find joy in their common interests. Their teenage wit and snarky comments are a delight, especially when the humor is directed at their afflictions. But they have their serious moments, too. Each wants to be there for the other when the end comes.

Hazel shares her favorite book with Augustus, a story by the reclusive author Peter Van Houten. Together they mourn that the ending of the beloved book leaves unanswered questions. They eventually learn that the author lives in Amsterdam and it is their goal to find out from him what happened to the various characters in the book.

Although the subject of children afflicted by cancer is serious, The Fault in Our Stars is nevertheless delightful. Hazel’s cynicism is refreshing and honest. In many respects she’s a typical teenager, embarrassed by her parents, resentful of her restrictions. At the same time she recognizes that her condition is a tragedy her parents have had to deal with. Their lives center around Hazel, and she worries about her parents when she no longer is with them.

I highly recommend The Fault in Our Stars. It’s a compassionate, well-written story, but more than that, it gives us insight as to how people deal with this insidious disease, especially when it affects children.