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This timely novel is a must-read, especially for those who
love trees. Through characters of varying ages and dispositions, we learn about
trees as members of larger organisms – an aspen grove, for example, is a single
“tree” with multiple sprouts – the ways they communicate, share defenses
against insects, fire, and other risks, and how vastly we have underestimated
their capacities. Our studies of sentience have all been focused on behaviors
and characteristics that mirror ways humans behave and comprehend. But trees
are a whole different world.
In this novel we meet an anomalous chestnut – after American
chestnuts by the millions were killed off by an imported fungus – and through a
family’s obsessive photographing of the tree over many decades, a flip-book is
created that compresses time, showing the growth and glory of this single
specimen. Then we meet two-thousand-year-old redwoods near the northern
California coast, through the eyes of the few humans who see their value beyond
board-feet of lumber – one couple live on a platform 200 feet up one giant for
over a year while the company that has purchased the lumber rights to its grove
try various tactics to get them down. The treetops are an ecosystem apart – the
tree-sitters find salamanders living in a pool well above their platform, and
flying squirrels visit nightly, and other species sprout from this benevolent
matriarch of a tree.
Though I have not done extensive research myself, what I
have read corroborates what Powers writes, including an “eco-terrorist” group
that torched ski area buildings, nonviolent actions in which peaceful
protestors suffered what amount to torture techniques at the hands of the
authorities: pepper spray applied by Q-tips to their pried-open eyes, tearing
off the pants of a man who climbs a tree, then repeatedly spraying his genitals
with Mace – and so on. How dire a threat are these protestors, that makes
treatment of them so out of proportion to their acts?
This book teaches us enough about the symbiosis between
plants and humans to make us tremble for the future we are creating, focused so
narrowly on human needs and desires that we fail to sustain the ecosystems
without which our very survival becomes questionable. As one of the
tree-sitters says to another: “We don’t
make reality. We just evade it. So far. By looting natural capital and hiding
the costs. But the bill is coming, and we won’t be able to pay.” A
biologist whose research into tree communication had her laughed out of
academia, who continues on her own because she feels she must, is called as
expert witness in the challenge of permits to log old-growth forest. She reflects,
“These slow deliberate creatures with their
elaborate vocabularies each distinctive, shaping each other, breeding birds,
sinking carbon, purifying water, filtering poisons from the ground, stabilizing
the microclimate. Join enough living things together, through the air and
underground, and you wind up with something that has intention. Forest. A threatened creature.”
The author, through a character, observes: “To be human is to confuse a satisfying
story with a meaningful one, and to mistake life for something huge with two
legs… No one sees trees. We see fruit, we see nuts, we see wood, we see shade.
We see ornaments or pretty fall foliage. Obstacles blocking the road or wrecking
the ski slope. Dark, threatening places that must be cleared. We see branches
about to crush our roof. We see a cash crop. But trees – trees are invisible.”
It’s time to start seeing trees, acknowledging their primacy
as our partners in survival. They are the carbon sink we need right now.
Instead of cutting them down in ever larger swathes, we need to nurture what
remains, especially the ancients that harbor the greatest diversity, and we
need to plant more, not for monocropping tree farms but for our future. READ THIS
BOOK! Then go plant some trees, and start noticing how much your own blind
consumption of wood derivatives feeds the cycle of destruction. Be a better resident
of this planet, before it’s too late.
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