“Art loved being a high rigger . . . . He loved being up in the trees, high above everyone and everything. Once he reached the top he’d settle back for a minute or two and survey the view down the mountainside, the river far below. He loved the rough feel of bark, the raw smell of pitch, the dirty glory of the trees themselves, even as he reduced them from multi-limbed strivers reaching for the sun to near-lifeless spars.”

From Forest Green by Kate Pullinger, Penguin Random House 2020, p. 126.

Review by Louise Ells coming next.

Posted by Debra Martens

author, editor

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