But Arthur gets the last word. Two seasons into our one-sided friendship, he shocks me by putting out new growth: a pair of gray-green sapling-slender shoots swelling with red velvet buds.
There are all types of gardens. I think Silver does a better job of teaching this important lesson even as he restricts his list of plant allies to a few that work for him. That is the point.
I could rhapsodize a great deal more about the fine writing, emotional power and originality of Arboreality, but suffice to say that for connoisseurs of deindustrial fiction, it isn’t to be missed.
Getting the public, legislators and agency staff to see the benefit of a burned forest isn’t easy, because wildfires — pardon the pun — are a heated issue.
The talking trees are whispering in their woody language a far deeper radical defense of Mother Earth.
What would cause a person to separate humans from all other forms of life? It’s illogical to the extreme.