“I am easily enchanted when an odd idea or phrase looms on a page, often showing an invisible link,” writes Annie Proulx in Fen, Bog and Swamp.
“Over 300 years the forests are raped, eco-systems destroyed, wealth generated, and the insatiable international desire and greed for wood exploited.”
Bird Cloud, Annie Proulx’s memoir-cum-construction diary is an amuse-bouche of a book, a lovely nibble of a thing, that has, strangely, been inserted somewhere deep in the rich, dense feas
