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Strange Wetlands: Salvage, by Richard Kearney (Arrowsmith Press, 2023), a SW book review

On Whiddy Island in July 2023. Stetson photo

At the West Cork Literary Festival in Bantry, Co. Cork, Ireland in July, I attended a fascinating talk with guest author Richard Kearney, who discussed his new novel, Salvage (Arrowsmith Press, 2023). Flor MacCarthy facilitated a good discussion in a packed church with Professor Kearney of Boston College, a well-respected philosopher and Irish folklorist, and author of over thirty books. Salvage is Kearney’s third novel. During the Q&A part of the program, I asked Prof. Kearney to talk about his process—how, in crafting the lead character of Maeve O’Sullivan, a teenaged girl, whose traditional ecological knowledge (TEK) of plants is extensive—whether Prof. Kearney has this traditional knowledge himself, or had he conducted some qualitative research? And if so, how did he go about doing this?  He explained that it was a combination of both things—for one, he conducted research over ten years for this book. A chance meeting in New York City with a woman who was among the last inhabitants to leave the little-known island in West Cork (around the time of the Titanic; luckily, she missed that boat!) inspired Kearney to begin to “salvage” bits and pieces of stories, family names, and history. That research, in combination with his own knowledge of the geography and the landscape, especially the Beara and Sheep’s Head peninsulas, having grown up in West Cork, steered Kearney in crafting this marvelous novel. It really is a wonderful story! I loved it.

Set in coastal south West Cork, Ireland on Brigid’s Island in 1939-1942, this novel is a coming-of-age story that centers around young Maeve O’Sullivan, her family, her friends, and her community. Swirling with Irish folklore of seaweed, mushrooms and marsh plants, the reader plunges right into Maeve’s coastal island world: she knows the names of fish in Irish and English; she knows the “healing power of meadowsweet,” (p. 132) , the turning of tides, that “turbulent unsteady tápholl where swells met and went in opposite directions,” (p. 83) and the island birds by name, by call, by their flight patterns, like the gannet, and storm petrels, that “love wild seas, big rollers, stormy weather.” (170) She mixes cures for her mother’s sadness, born out of the legends of Cliona, and the loss of those who’ve drowned at sea in boating accidents.

Where I snorkeled in Bantry Bay, off the Beara Peninsula. Stetson photo

Her father has taught her “[s]ecret things of the secret healers. An t-aos Sí and the sidhe draoi.” (p. 62) She believes in Brigid, the saint, the goddess, the healer, and the cures in her father’s book connected to Brigid’s well. She knows how to mix her own “island ingredients” like duileasc and carraigín—dulse and Irish moss, to cure different ailments or illnesses. (147) Maeve believes that “God heals things. He works through saints like Brigid and through cures, using ordinary things like water and plants. Brigid is in water and plants. She is the water and plants.” (161) At school, Maeve’s first day is fraught with a mix of embarrassment and shame, harassment or bullying from her classmates, as Maeve is extremely poor, and her father’s death was surrounded by so much trauma and loss in the community. Yet Maeve is eager to learn. She wants to attend school (and to learn English.) Her teacher, Miss Collins, gives a lesson one day on Saint Brigid. “‘Today we’ll learn about Saint Brigid. I hear there’s been talk, and it’s important to get things right.’ She held up a book called Lives of Ancient Irish Saints. ‘I am writing a lesson on the board now and I want you all to copy it down.’ […] The girls bent their heads and transcribed the fluent letters. Brigid was a Celtic goddess of three wisdoms—poetry, healing and smithcraft. She was called an ‘ancient bride of nature’ and later became a Christian saint. Brigid was a mixture of legend and history. […] She could make wells rise up by planting a staff in the ground. A few of these wells still exist in Ireland and are known as Brigid’s Wells. Brigid’s Island—Oileán Bhride—is one of those places.” (p. 79-80) Miss Collins goes on to tell the class that Maeve has come from Brigid’s Island. This is one of several turning points for Maeve in school; she trusts and admires Miss Collins, whose unwavering affection and encouragement carries straight through to the end of the story.

Swimming near the secret beach in a cove of Dunmanus Bay, Durrus, Co. Cork. Stetson photo

Friendship and love combine with Maeve’s traditional knowledge as lovely vessels to hold and carry the story as she grows into her teens. Maeve comes of age at an interesting and tumultuous period of Irish and European history as the Irish Rail system brings the trains to Cork; WWII has just begun. When Maeve goes to the mainland school, she begins a nuanced friendship with Helen, a local girl whose parents own a store and have the one telephone in the village. Helen comes from privilege and the two girls’ family lives and backgrounds are a stark contrast. Despite their differences, they both fall for the same boy, Seamus Kennedy, or develop “first love” crushes. Seamus’ father is Dr. Kennedy, and it’s clear that Seamus is likely to follow in his father’s footsteps into the study of medicine. Seamus has a more worldly perspective, having come from England and Dublin; he has a driver’s license and sails. What’s really most impressive to Maeve is his clear connection to the water. He’s a good swimmer and when she looks at his face, she sees the sea in his blue eyes. Just like her father.

Near Drishane tower, Durrus, Stetson photo

When she interacts with the Kennedy family, she is excited to share Seamus’ mother’s interest in plants. But they differ on one important topic: fungi. Maeve’s knowledge of fungi—Púcaí, mushrooms, differs from the facts in Mrs. Kennedy’s guidebook to British Flora and Fungi. Maeve brightly tells the Kennedy family about her favorites,  Púcaí poill, or Bia Bhríde, “Brigid’s food,” which are “grand for cures. Especially for moods,” (131) but then Mrs. Kennedy tells her she’s wrong; they’re poisonous. In an effort to avoid an argument (whether to avoid embarrassment in front of Seamus, or to be polite), Maeve doesn’t argue the point but quietly thinks to herself, no, these mushrooms aren’t poisonous; her father taught her how to identify the pucaí. Maeve’s conversations with various characters, the Kennedys and Helen’s family, the Flynns, and Father Kehoe, and others, demonstrate this undercurrent of tension between the folklore behind the traditional knowledge of plants, and the growing interest in westernizing (English) many facets of daily Irish life. Along with Maeve’s friends from the mainland, the reader learns parts of the Irish language for plants, birds, wildlife, aspects of the sea and island life. One of my favorite elements of this book is the piecing together of language–specifically, the Irish language, one that Prof. Kearney thought about as another form of ‘salvage.’

Off the Coast Road, on the Beara Peninsula, Co. Cork. Stetson photo

Maeve experiences that tension within herself, too, as she is pulled in different directions—does she choose to move fully into the modern world, and leave the Irish folklore and faith around her beliefs in Brigid behind her? Professor Kearney taps into a rich folkloric wellspring of source material for this unique novel. I wholeheartedly recommend this novel to anyone interested in plants, placed-based ethnography, Irish and Celtic folklore, Traditional Knowledge of plants (or Traditional Medicine), and Irish history, and Gaelic wisdom of the natural world.

While I stayed in West Cork for seven weeks, as a Visiting Research Scholar at UCC, I drove along the Ring of Beara, visiting heritage sites, such as the Ogham Stone and the Hag of Beara. I also explored the Sheep’s Head and Mizen Head peninsulas. Swimming in a protected cove in Dunmanus Bay, looking out across to Sheep’s Head, and swimming at Barleycove, at both low and high tides, during different tidal conditions, and snorkeling in a part of the Bantry Bay kelp forest off the Beara Peninsula–offered time to reflect on Maeve’s connection to the water, and to Brigid. For me, it was transformational, and very healing on a profoundly personal level. My experiences with the natural world in West Cork, whether at a waterfall in Glengarriff Wood Nature Reserve, or walking along a sheep’s path on the sea-swept Whiddy Island, gave me just a glimpse, even if imaginatively so, into Maeve’s world of Brigid’s Island, and her love for the sea around her. The ending of the novel, in particular, made my heart sing; as an open-water swimmer, I just felt flooded with pure joy and exultation as though I’d realized there was a part of Maeve inside myself all along. Perhaps you’d feel a similar wave of joy reading this book, too. And as a final note, it’s not possible to visit Brigid’s Island today as it’s protected and private. However, it’s possible to visit Whiddy Island and Garnish Island, and other islands in West Cork, Ireland by means of a short ferry ride. I will share more about my experiences on both of these islands, and with the Bantry Bay Kelp Forest initiative, and Glengarriff Wood Nature Reserve in future posts.

On Whiddy Island in July 2023. Angarita photo.

Above all else, I found it a very healing book to read. I couldn’t help but be more mindful about plants, foods, ingredients: I shopped for herbal remedies, like tinctures (to add to my tea) at an apothecary in the English Market in Cork; in Bantry, I found all sorts of seaweed-based remedies and products at the farmer’s market and Organico. I read it while I was staying in West Cork in May-July, after picking up my copy at Bantry Books.

Sophie-Bea “Elizabeth Taylor” Stetson, Wetland-Loving Dachshund-Pointer, 13, shoreline assessment specialist, my little Force of Nature May 2008-May 12, 2021

Truly original. Lived nearly 12 full years at Nixie’s Vale.

The best partner in local adventures a gal could ask for. Probably a Purina model in Arkansas, 2008. After her brief modeling career ended in disaster, she and her heinous sister were found in Hot Springs on the side of a highway. In a twist of fate, she ended up in Maine, and I adopted her in August 2009, a few months after moving to Nixie’s Vale. She saved lives, stole hearts and cured children’s cynophobia. The local code enforcement officer declared her an “exception to the ‘no dogs’ rule,” at the lake beach but she preferred the ocean, river and marshes. Sometimes she disappeared for hours and came back from the Bog of Eternal Stench (or Fern Gully) with black stockings and a story. In her youth, she dated a neighborhood pit bull with a bad reputation and loyally sat by his side even when he sat in the middle of the busy road. A shady past. Then she fell for a German Shepherd next door named Trooper, and she’d just let him into the house, and I’d come down to find them sitting side by side on the couch– no other people present, and she’d look over and tell him, “Yeah my Mom said.”

My little river empress, Sophie-Bea, in mid-coast Maine, 2020

An unusual mix, she balanced her occupations between shoreline assessment, detective, and Head Rodent Terminator. In her spare time, she liked stealing index cards, collecting cans, and digging a trench beside the deck to relax and daydream. On rainy days, we still went outside (she wore a raincoat, reluctantly) or we’d stay inside, and she’d camp out on her bed (or the sofa with me) while I worked. If we were in the car, she rocked out to Pearl Jam with me.
She was, after all, my little Force of Nature.

From 2009-2013, she assisted in visiting wetlands throughout Maine, especially salt marshes, freshwater marshes, seeps, forested wetlands, land trust preserves, coastal reserves, coastal wetlands including eelgrass meadows and riverine / estuarine wetlands to pose as a model, or assist in capturing the beauty of Maine wetlands for the newsletters, formerly known as “Wetland Breaking News” and “Wetland News” for the nonprofit organization, ASWM with its HQ based in Maine. She had many admirers and fans.

She liked to steal index cards. Here, she studied gothic symbolism.

As a shoreline assessment specialist, she conducted inventories on crabs, assessing whether they were alive or dead, and ate the dead ones. Sophie-Bea cultivated an interdisciplinary skill set over the years: she assisted in several phytoplankton tows in Feb-March 2018 in Cape Elizabeth, Maine; she assisted in a seaweed identification and macroalgae collection project (Southern Maine Community College, April-May 2018) especially at Kettle Cove State Park, Fort Williams State Park, and Two Lights State Park, where she assisted in sniffing seaweed and pulling rockweed away from rocks to identify a) crabs, b) red algaes, and c) periwinkles. Her love for the shoreline, careful footwork in deeper tide pools, and enthusiastic wading into the surf at Fort Williams Park (where dogs are allowed on the beach) were just a bonus.

At Fort Williams Park, the dog park— she told everyone she was a former circus performer who could jump through fire, survive thrombocytopenia and that one time she jacked deer—– and two HUGE St. Bernard Husky mixes, Tag and the Warden, became her bodyguards for three weeks after that unfortunate incident with a gang of standard poodles in the “leashless and lawless” section of the park. She’d walk between the two large St. Bernard Huskies like Lady Gaga with her bodyguards. But she was really Elizabeth Taylor in the form of a dachshund-pointer.

I loved her madly.

She fought a valiant battle with heart disease and congestive heart failure for over two years. But that did not stop her from living out wild mini adventures at least while on a 50′ cloth training leash and usually just in her back yard last summer and fall.

Theme Song lyrics: “Damn! I wish I was your guard dog.” and from Pearl Jam’s “Force of Nature,” “Understand She’s a Force of Nature / Contraband hiding deep inside her soul.”

My Glacial Erratic – Fish Anthology 2020

Last summer I received Honorable Mention for the poem, “My Glacial Erratic” in the 2020 Fish Poetry Prize. Recently published in the Fish Anthology 2020, the book is available on Amazon and it’s free via Kindle. Here’s an excerpt of my poem:

Excerpt of “My Glacial Erratic” by Leah C. Stetson

Since that shock, I’ve grown
Obsessed; I’ve spent my nights
Delineating the dark-Romantic
Ecology of gothic heroines.
Let’s call her “Emily,” as she
Leapfrogs through stories,
From Radcliffe to Shelley
Across moors of the Brontës,
Seashores of du Maurier.

Bits of blue lichen, green pens
Fly off my papers; I botanize
Udolpho, Frankenstein, Brontë’s
Poems, and Mathilda; I analyze
Incarnations of “Emily,” both
Linnaean-botanist and poetess,
Wary of nightshade, briony, moss.

She’s my eco-heroine, and
My glacial erratic: mysterious,
Preserved, as if stone, more wild
Plant, a natural history of flowers,
Ferns, marsh fairies; I chase
Her like Wollstonecraft’s Mary
Pursues the will-o’-the-wisp.

LCS

For the full poem, please check out the Fish Anthology 2020, or on Kindle.

Glaciers as Social Spaces: Oral Histories, Frankenstein, and Pearl Jam’s Gigaton

Lately I’ve been thinking about glaciers. I re-watched “Chasing Ice,” which is a fascinating documentary film with the first large-scale ground survey of glaciers, directed by Jeff Orlowski and led by photographer James Balog. I’m sure you’ve seen Balog’s incredible documentary films on PBS/NOVA if not “Chasing Ice” or his photography in National Geographic.

Thinking of glaciers as “social spaces” allows us to consider the effects of climate change on the cryosphere—the frozen layers of the Earth, including glaciers and permafrost, from a variety of perspectives. We can examine glaciers as “social spaces” by exploring the ethnography of oral history traditions in the Yukon Territory, the socio-economic impacts, such as the melting of the cryosphere, in those ‘social spaces’ in Alaska, as another example. Additionally, we can explore glaciers as social spaces in literary ecology and contemporary music. How do glaciers “listen?” I explore a few ways below.

51Z+K0PRVIL._SX332_BO1,204,203,200_The senior women of the Saint Elias Mountain region of the southern Yukon Territory (Canada) relayed complex natural and social histories to anthropologist Julie Cruikshank when she did ethnographic research recording the life stories of Athapaskan and Tlingit elders. Her book, Do Glaciers Listen?: Local Knowledge, Colonial Encounters, and Social Imagination was published in 2005 (Paperback edition, 2010) but I think it’s still highly relevant. She found that the elders, “grounded precise social histories of twentieth-century life within a scaffolding of much older narratives. [They drew] on established long narrative conventions to reflect on complex life circumstances. In the words [of one elder] Angela Sidney, ancient narratives had helped her to ‘live life like a story.’” (Cruikshank, 2005) Cruikshank, while living with the elders, “heard narratives about glacial caves inhabited by intemperate beings that might emerge unexpectedly: and others that depicted glaciers as living and responsive themselves. Stories dramatized […] bursting of ice-dammed lakes into river valleys, and […] told stories of travel […] sometimes crossing crevasse-ridden glaciers on foot and sometimes piloting hand-hewn cottonwood boats beneath glacial bridges…” (Cruikshank, 2005) They told stories of strangers called “cloud people.” (Cruikshank, 2005) The women’s stories depicted a “winter world” that crossed economic borders, of coastal Tlingit traders, and the shifting power relations described by economic historian Howard Innis on the 19th century market for furs, gold, cod and timber. (Cruikshank, 2005) Cruikshank’s writing is wonderfully evocative of the culture and arctic wonder.

Glaciers, according to the stories, radiate heat and energy. They’re alive. Cruikshank pores into the Athapaskan elders’ stories like a glaciologist drills an ice core, studying its layers, noting the environmental, geophysical changes in a glacier—which tells a social story, since glaciers are part of the Athapaskan and Tlingit life stories. The Little Ice Age (1550-1850) is within reach of the memories of Athapaskan and Tlingit elders; some of their stories are memory and some, myth. After the Little Ice Age, the glaciers receded enough to make coastal lands accessible to Eyak, Tlingit, and Athapaskan nations to converge. Stories map the geography and human ecology of the glaciers and the ecological and social corridors connecting glaciers. Through the study of oral histories, we can glean that “glaciers present some navigational, spiritual, and intellectual challenges of a sentient “land that listens.” (Cruikshank, 2005) This is what is known as sentient ecology. (Ingold, 2000) This is what the elders explained to Cruikshank when they told her stories about glaciers listening and responding.

Similarly, a human ecologist could study the environmental changes, such as those impacts from global climate change on glaciers and permafrost, two related ecosystems, and their ecological place in our world—both as social spaces and quintessential geophysical, temporal yardsticks with which we measure global environmental change. These stories, from oral tradition, captured local traditional knowledge of the Saint Elias Mountain region of southern Yukon, and other parts of Canada, and the stories themselves seemed to shift and transform infinitesimally much like the glaciers.  One of the elders, Annie Ned, told stories of “caribou ‘blackening the ice’ on nearby lakes early in the (20th) century.” (Cruikshank, 2005) When Cruikshank and Shelia Greer prepared a report on the region’s oral history for the Archaeological Survey of Canada, Ned’s story about the caribou became important in another context: “Scientists reporting discoveries of ancient tools and caribou droppings melting from a high alpine ice patch above [Ned’s] trapline cited her oral account in their initial scientific paper on prehistoric caribou.” (Cruikshank, 2005) Thus, the oral histories were not solely cultural translations and transcriptions of the women’s life stories; the stories were also part of a larger natural history of the region. Also, the issue of personhood comes into play: these women tell stories that “summon up a moral system that includes relationships with non-humans – animals and also features of the landscape, like glaciers – that share characteristics of personhood.” (Cruikshank, 2005) I am intrigued by the idea of personhood, the Rights of Nature movement, and an old idea—perhaps ancient, and pan-human, of connecting with land and water—the way headwater streams braid and combine to form a stream, intermittent or ephemeral—after storms, and each stream tells a story as it carves through sediment in the streambed. Similarly, anthropologists and human ecologists study the layers of permafrost, or analyze the many ways to tell a story about navigating a crevice in a glacier—the successful and failed rescue attempts, in order to discover the human dimensions of that glacial ecology. Literary ecologists seek to find meaning in the stories of the ways in which people interact with the natural world, including glaciers.

In Mary Shelley’s novel, Frankenstein (1818), she begins and ends the famous story about the mad-scientist, Victor Frankenstein, a graduate student from Geneva, and his creation, a Monster, comprised of human parts reanimated by electricity—on a glacier in the Arctic. At the start of the novel, a ship captain writes to his sister about encountering a strange man, crossing the ice on a sled, totally bereft but driven by a vengeance to confront his creation, the Monster, who fled to the “Land of Mist and Snow,” the glacial Alps, because he wanted a refuge from the cruelty of mankind. At the end of the novel, the reader rejoins Victor and the Monster, as they have one final showdown on the glacier. In Shelley’s real life, she and her fiancé Percy B. Shelley, had traveled through the region of Mont Blanc, home to Mer de Glace, the second largest glacier in the Alps in 1816. Later, while pregnant, Shelley writes the novel, the plot of which takes her heroes to Mer de Glace, that glacier. “Until the eighteenth century, the Alps were believed to be infested with devils, monsters and dragons. By setting her story of Victor Frankenstein and his Monster at Mer de Glace, Shelley links Victor’s activities with those of mountaineering scientists like Horace Benedict de Sausure.” (Nardin, 2006) Why set a story on a glacier? Her 19th century readers most likely shared her interest in alpine mountaineering, science and exploration. (Mary Shelley was an explorer herself; she had the moon in Sagittarius, a sign associated with wide open spaces, exploration of great frontiers and the outdoors. She was well-traveled even before she met Percy, and then they traveled Europe together. The astrological piece is my own theory.) In their travels, Percy and Mary stopped at inns along the way, and heard German stories, including a strange tale about a 17th century alchemist who had lived at Frankenstein Castle. (Sampson, 2018)

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In studying Romanticism, and in particular the work of Mary Shelley, I would argue that she pushed the borders of what it meant to be human, and the limits of our imagination surrounding consciousness and creation. Her two heroes, the Monster and his creator, Victor, are both intellectual, Miltonic philosophers; the epistolary structure of the novel has several characters communicate via letters; but the Monster, by contrast, writes in a journal. After failed attempts to socialize, he took refuge in the forest, along the river, and in the Alps at Mer de Glace. At Mont Blanc, he built himself a house, an ice cave within the glacier, and that became his home. He desired a mate and implored Victor to supply him a female counterpart, who the Monster planned to live out his (immortal) days, at Mont Blanc on Mer de Glace. I wish I had a cool photo of Mer de Glace–but I haven’t traveled there–but a quick Google Images search yields lots of incredible photo results! Have you been there? Leave a comment and let me know what it was like!

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Last year, I began to analyze Shelley’s use of water and wetland metaphors throughout her novel as part of my graduate work in literary ecology. It’s intriguing that she creates this social space on the glacier—instead of within a city, or along a river, or in a forest—other places where the Monster hides and takes refuge throughout the story. The Monster feels safe in the harsh environs of the glacier. Unlike a man, the Monster is not vulnerable to the cold, strong winds, snow and ice. Other scholars, researchers, poets and writers have shared this fascination with Shelley’s use of the glacier, Mer de Glace, as a social space in Frankenstein. I am analyzing this as a part of my literary ecology of works by Romantic women writers–and still have a long way to go to read and digest what scholars have already discovered.

I wrote a Mary Shelley tribute poem, “The Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster, On the Eve of Her Wedding,” published last summer on Boned literary magazine’s site; my poem revisited the idea of the Monster, having his wish granted for a mate, and is about to return to the glacier. I wrote the poem from her perspective, while she is preparing for a life in the “Land of Mist and Snow.” This is one way that I have explored Shelley’s novel from an ecofeminist perspective.  For the bicentenary of Frankenstein, poet and scholar Fiona Sampson published the biography, In Search of Mary Shelley: the Girl Who Wrote Frankenstein (2018). I loved this biography!! She writes, “Mary has ‘gone missing’ from literary history; she has faded to white like Frankenstein’s creature who ‘goes out, alone again, onto the Arctic ice to die.’” (Hewett, 2018) The iconic profile of the Monster, loping out across the ice, has haunted my imagination since I first read Frankenstein at seventeen, while my family lived in a historic, haunted house in Maine.

I have been having fun playing with this “Literary Witches” deck of cards, by Katy Horan and Taisia Kitaiskaia, who created a clever way of translating mini biographies on each card of women writers from all sorts of genres and all sorts of periods of literature–from all over the world. Perfect activity for International Women’s Day and Women’s History Month! I like to use the cards for inspiration. And yes, Mary Shelley is in this cute deck. The idea is that each of these writers created “magic” through their literary works. (None are suggested to have been “witches” here–it’s just a clever metaphor.)

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Part of Shelley’s genius was her way of weaving together Enlightenment and Romanticism-era science, the including the invention of electricity and the Linnaean classification system, her mother, Mary Wollstonecraft’s botany and natural history articles, as well as Shelley’s own explorations with Percy, sometimes with a toddler in tow, endowed her with additional “tools” of her trade. Her novel brought glaciers to life for readers with her first-hand observations; she enlivened Mer de Glace into an imaginary landscape accessible to her readers. Today’s literary ecologists are re-examining works in Romanticism (and later periods) to extrapolate Romantic ecology, “dark ecology” and the EcoGothic—related themes that frame how we continue to think about the environment today. Industrialization occurred at the time when Romantic ecology was born—the onset, as many scholars believe, of the modern environmental movement. Is it still relevant? There are some literary ecologists who believe we are still in a Romantic treatment of nature. Paul Kingsnorth and Tim Morton, two ecology writers who promote the idea of a “dark ecology,” are examples of those who believe the age of Romantic ecology may never have ended. We continue to be awed by glaciers—their melting, their sublime power, even, on a smaller scale, glacial erratics—geologic memories of prehistoric, ancient glaciers.

In socio-economic terms, we can analyze the social space of a glacier, and related ecosystems, such as permafrost, and the effects of climate change on that ‘social space,’ for instance, in Alaska, where communities have already been seeing socio-economic impacts of climate change. These impacts include the need for relocating and replacing infrastructure that’s been damaged, lost or threatened by permafrost thawing. Permafrost is a frozen, arctic wetland type; specific grasses, lichens and shrubs are frozen in water most of the year, in some places, frozen year-round (thus the name permafrost) creating a carpet-like vegetation. Thinning, melting permafrost can be found at Wrangell-St Elias National Park and Preserve in south central Alaska. Glacial melting has caused increased large landslides in the national park. In 2015, 180 million tons of loose rock fell into the Taan Fjord causing a huge tsunami-like swell that flattened forests. “Tsunamis of some sort triggered by landslides in bays or lakes are fairly common, but it’s rare that they’re this extreme,” according to Brentwood Higman, author of a study on tsunamis in the Taan Fjord, Alaska. (2018) Melting permafrost is also allowing archaeologists ways of uncovering evidence of human and animal use of the cryosphere—with brown ice layers revealing evidence of caribou use, such as illustrated by the senior women of the Saint Elias Mountain region whose stories Cruikshank recorded and transcribed—detailing their ancestral memories of the “browning ice” phenomenon associated with caribou use. Additionally, archaeology of melting glaciers provides newer access to human artifacts such as wood arrow shafts, darts made of antlers, and birch bark basket fragments found in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park and Preserve. (Dixon, et al. 2005) This is, I think, further evidence of the value of oral histories in adding historic context and narrative basis behind newer findings during archaeological research projects made possible in part by glacial melting and permafrost thinning in that region.

In a 2018 study on the economic effects of climate change in Alaska—pertaining to changes to glacial ecology, including permafrost melting, “five certain large effects can be quantified, […] to impose an annual net cost of $340-700 million of Alaska’s GDP.” (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) These large effects include the melting and thawing of the cryosphere—notably glaciers and permafrost. “Glacial melt affects availability of phosphorus, iron and organic carbon to terrestrial and marine organisms.” (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) “Melting glaciers will increase the role of seasonal precipitation patterns in determining hydroelectric capacity.” (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) The melting of the cryosphere affects several industries in Alaska and ‘social spaces’ including fishing, forestry, energy demand, tourism and recreation, agriculture, marine and coastal shipping, as well as public infrastructure. (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) For native Alaskans, the effects of climate change on the cryosphere include impacts to subsistence living:  “harvest cycles, changes in important food sources, loss of some locations used for fishing and waterfowl hunting,” are among the changes affecting those social spaces. (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) The largest effects are directly caused by melting glaciers and permafrost in western and northern Alaska. (Berman and Schmidt, 2019) There are far more examples, but these are just two significant ones that quantify the effects of climate change on the cryosphere—and that as a “social space.”

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Glaciers are weighed in gigatons. Pearl Jam, my soul (read: more than favorite, since 1992) band, is an environmental activist band. Pearl Jam’s new album, Gigaton, features the close-up image of a glacier on its cover, (at left) and while it’s not out yet, I will be surprised if there isn’t a song about glaciers, or something environmentally-conscious. (I will post a review once the album comes out March 27th.) I love their new song from this album, “Dance of the Clairvoyants.” Pearl Jam has, in the past, taken inspiration from environmental issues like coastal wetlands, hurricanes, and ocean conservation and incorporated those into their music and activism. They create a social space for environmental activism through their music, their Surfrider Foundation, and their concerts. That’s another way of exploring a glacier as a social space. Set it to music.

Berman, Matthew and Jennifer Schmidt. “Economic Effects of Climate Change in Alaska.” Weather, Climate and Society. April 2019

Cruikshank, Julie. Constructing Life Stories:  Glaciers as Social Spaces, from Do Glaciers Listen?: Local Knowledge, Colonial Encounters, and Social Imagination. 2005

Dixon, E. James, William Manley and Craig Lee. “The emerging archaeology of glaciers and ice patches: examples from Alaska’s Wrangell-St. Elias National Park and Preserve.” American Antiquity. Vol. 70, Issue 1. Jan. 2005

Hewett, Rachel. “In Search of Mary Shelley Fiona Sampson Review.” The Guardian. Jan 2018

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