Bookish Christmas

Not only did I have a wonderful Christmas, but I received some wonderful gifts for Christmas. Not least of which were the bookish ones, including a gift certificate that will buy me several Barbara Pyms (exciting). In books unvirtual, I had several wishes granted: Penelope Lively's latest Family Album (which was one of the New York Times' notable books of the year), Bugs and the Victorians (which was my heart's desire), and Karen Connelly's Burmese Lessons, which I just finished reading and was everything I wanted it to be.

I am also going to become card-carrying member of the Barbara Pym Society. This is very, very exciting.

On Longing: Bugs and the Victorians

After reading this review in the LRB, I am dying to read Bugs and the Victorians. My own interest in literary entomology (because believe it or not, I've got one!) arose via Virginia Woolf, who wrote about bugs a lot, and also wrote a wonderful fictionalized biographical sketch of Eleanor Ormerod in The First Common Reader. Ormerod was Britain's foremost entomologist during the late 19th century, which was a very important kind of scientist to be at that time, and that she was a woman is only one of the many remarkable things about her. She's mentioned in the LRB review, along with various surprising ways the study of insects influenced Victorian society.

Anyway, the book also happens to be $55, so I don't imagine I'll be reading it anytime soon.

Moth Love

How strange are bookish connections, aren't they? Of course, when I was reading Sharon Butala's Fever last week, I could sense how it would relate to Barbara Kingsolver's Prodigal Summer, which was coming up next. Similar themes of nature, landscape, agriculture, small towns, and the weather. I am two thirds through Prodigal Summer now, and on my knees to Kingsolver, who everybody else already knew was extraordinary, but it just took me awhile to find out. How wonderful to be reading this novel now, with the world around me so blooming, tonight out on my back deck with a cup of tea, and the trees all around, and the birdsong. I disappeared into my head, and into Kingsolver's amazing imagination.

Anyway, the unexpected connection being the next book I've got to read, which is The Sister by Poppy Adams. I've got an advanced reader's copy which betrays nothing of its content, and so was I ever surprised to see that it's UK title is The Behaviour of Moths. But I would have picked up that title without delay (precedent for good things with moths in their title includes The Peppered Moth and "The Death of the Moth")! I discover now it's about an entomologist-- and I've been obsessed with entomology lit ever since I read "Miss Ormerod" by Virginia Woolf. Anyway, I am excited. Particularly as a third of Prodigal Summer is entitled "Moth Love", and so I am very excited to see how else these books link up. And then after we celebrate the world some more with Butala's The Perfection of the Morning.

The Creation

I suppose my interest in scientific literature had something to do with my husband's B.Sc., but I mark the start of its development with the story "Miss Ormerod" by Virginia Woolf, from The Common Reader Vol. 1.. "Miss Ormerod" was 19th Century British entomologist Eleanor Ormerod and Woolf's fictionalized biography demonstrated to me how well a passion for science translates into good literature. Fortuitously, I was signed up for a course called "Literature and the Environment" the next term, and I went on to read such works as Walden, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Servants of the Map, and last summer I read The Selfish Gene and Silent Spring. Last night I finished reading The Creation* by Edward O Wilson and it's my favourite piece of SciLit yet.

The Creation is written as a letter to Southern Baptist Preacher, pleading not for common ground, but for a common cause: The Stewardship of Creation. The situation is dire, Wilson admits in gorgeous prose, but it is not too late, and he goes on to state his case in chapters including "Ascending to Nature", "Exploration of a Little-Known Planet", "How to Learn Biology and How to Teach it", "How to Raise a Naturalist" and finally, "An Alliance for Life".

Like Ormerod, Wilson is an entomologist and magnifies the amazing world of insects, this "microwilderness". All living ants (there may be 10 thousand trillion) weigh as much as the Earth's population of human beings. That there are more bacteria cells in our bodies than our own cells, and by some perspectives we could be seen as solely their vessals. He writes, "Each species is a small universe in itself, from its genetic code to its anatomy, behaviour, life cycle, and environmental role, and a self-perpetuating system created during an almost unimaginably complicated evolutionary history. Each species merits careers of scientific study and celebration by historians and poets. Nothing of that kind could be said for each proton or hydrogen atom. That, in a nutshell Pastor, is the compelling moral argument from science for saving Creation". (123)

*Wilson is listed as "E Wilson" on the amazon listing, which means he is not linked to his myriad other works, which appear as authored by "Edward O Wilson"

UPDATE- Science Top Tens at Guardian Books.

Woolfian

It may have become clear that I since I've started my masters, I have become obsessed with Virginia Woolf. This shows no sign of letting up and I keeping peppering every day conversation with, "Well, Virginia says...". Because she said everything. She also wrote a wonderful essay in a collection called "Lives of the Obscure" in her First Common Reader called "Miss Ormerod". I read it the other day, and really enjoyed it- a very sprightly, creative take on character-driven historical fiction. It reminded me of my new friend Lindsay's "Sky- A Three Letter Prayer" novel-in-verse about Amerlia Earhart, and of what drove me to write my Mitford poem, and a poem I am currently writing based upon a woman in Margaret MacMillan's "Women of the Raj." Anyway, "Miss Ormerod" is a wonderful essay and Eleanor Ormerod is begging for an updated biography. You can learn about her here or thru Woolf's bio. She was an foremost entomologist in Britain during the late 19th century, a lecturer who introduced entomology as a study, the first woman fellow of the Royal Meteorological Society and the first woman to receive an Hon. LLB from the University of Edinburgh. In other Woolf news. I read her Craftsmanshipessay yesterday, and it was fascinating look at the power of words and the challenge of writing.

On Tristram Shandy and a new film. That book has been mentioned around me near daily for the past month or so, and I guess I should read it. (Virginia would agree). Zoe Williams talks art. Russell Smith on the arts. Maud Newton on marginalia.