Non Fiction

By Callum Roberts
The Ocean of Life, Callum Roberts
Remote regions of the ocean, like the Sargasso Sea and Northeast Pacific, have become slowly rotating graveyards of plastic junk, some of it decades old. The tangled remains of lost and abandoned fishing nets drift past golf balls, toothbrushes, gas lighters, and plastic bags. For how many hundreds or thousands of years will they continue their aimless voyages?
By Dave Gessner
My Green Manifesto Book Cover
Down the Charles River in Pursuit of a New Environmentalism Part of the mystery we are trying to answer is “how to be in this world.” I accept that there are a thousand answers to this question, to this essential mystery. But what I don’t accept is any answer to that greater question that doesn’t include nature.
By Edward Hoagland
Ed Hoagland, Alaskan Travels

 

A month after returning from the Kuskokwim, we boarded another Boeing 737, converted for carrying goods until only four rows of seats were left. A Nome businessman wore a sealskin coat with a polar-bear collar. Hurtling through the clouds on Bering Standard Time, I listened to the thin metal wall rattle between us and eternity, reminding me of my creaky berths on the old Cunard Queens, crossing a stormy North Atlantic two decades before, when nature also slapped against human certainties.
 
“Welcome to Nome. Facilities are quite limited,” our pilot announced ironically.