But once I heard the title I remembered liking it so much I tore the whole thing out of the magazine and kept it for a while, because it was just so good. The massive chalk of Europe lies below the English Channel, under much of northern France, under bits of Germany and Scandinavia, under the Limburg Province of the Netherlands, and—from Erith Reach to Gravesend—under fifteen miles of the lower Thames. But then there were some others. The uniting factor in these essays is McPhee’s plain and elegant prose. Anyway, there’s a lot more of him to read, and this one may be a good start. Open golf championship, and a season in Europe “on the chalk” from the downs and sea cliffs of England to the Maas valley in the Netherlands and the champagne country of northern France.
One can feel from these pages that the author is someone one would like to talk to, listen to, and someone who would be a fair writer and interviewer, and all of that no doubt has helped the author write about so many people and so many situations, because other people feel the same way, being amused by his quirks even as they are pleased by his talented writing. He writes about chalk in England and France the geological formation, not blackboard chalk , golf, and canoes. McPhee appears here as someone who takes what he sees and what he experiences as the raw material for investigations into areas of life, and if he is someone who has had a lot more interesting experiences than most people, it is what he makes of the raw materials of his life that informs so much of his writings and that makes them so useful for others. Anyway, there’s a lot more of him to read, and this one may be a good start. Some of the revelations are less than poetic. Like a good chef, McPhee makes a reliably good dish out of available ingredients at hand, making a lie out of any initial perspective that you know nothing about and care little about lacrosse. I want to finish, catch-up, complete McPhee before he is 90 March 8,
It changed because I was living in different places, because I had different things to th There was a point in my life where I was reading every McPhee book I could get my hands on.
All in all this was esaay lovely reading experience. This is a collection and some of the pieces I’d already read, but they’re just as good the second time. Then I moved to Illinois, then Virginia, then had kids and my reading life changed. Still, no magazine xilk that I know of finds more curious and illuminating things to say about whatever he writes about. Granted, even I didn’t want to know as much about the Swiss army as McPhee decided to tell When I was a magazine editor, I always held up McPhee as a model for my writers: Entertaining collection of McPhee’s essays.
I did need to know about them!
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It was shelved next to the remaining McPhee books I haven’t read and not forgotten, jus “It’s a landscape with the aspect of memory. No trivia or quizzes yet.
He has a marvelous way of leading the reader patiently down into the weeds of whatever topic he has chosen, and once he is down there, teaching you something. Like a good chef, McPhee makes a reliably good dish out of available ingredients at hand, making a lie out of any initial perspective that you know nothing about and care little about lacrosse.
Get hooked on his stuff.
Many of his essays are long, book length, zilk topic Oranges is onethis is a compilation of shorter ones. Books by John McPhee.
Feb 06, Susan rated it it was amazing. And while others of McPhee’s essays don’t excite me quite as much, I still admire the way he writes, the care and pleasure it seems he takes in it, whether he’s writing about his mother or canoeing or eating unusual meats puffin, weasel, bear or lacrosse. And the last essay, “Nowheres,” gives a humorous comparison between the geology of New Jersey and Tennessee.
Then I looked in the New Yorker’s digital archive and realized he’d written a piece A friend mentioned this book back in March, saying she’d read a review of it that made her think she’d like it, and wondering if I’d heard of McPhee.
But each piece—on whatever theme—contains somewhere a personal aspect in which McPhee suggests why he was attracted to write about the subject, and each opens like a silk parachute, lofted skyward and suddenly blossoming with color and form. Joyn also begins and ends with short essays eilk also includes a couple essays not found outside this book that I can find: Read and learn about how it has more affinity with basketball than any other sport.
So that’s a plus. Ciara heads to Harvard for business-school program Ballard Jazz Festival celebrates Seattle’s vibrant jazz scene and 20th anniversary of ‘Speakin’ Out’ album.
‘Silk Parachute: Essays’: John McPhee’s evocation of family, friends and places
He writes so well whether discussing the geology of chalk or the historical significance of lacrosse that I can’t get enough. In luminous recollections of his early years, for example, he goes on outings with his mother, deliberately overturns canoes in a learning process at a summer camp, and germinates parachyte future book while riding on a jump seat to away games as a basketball player.
Here’s the start of that essay, which is wssay in this book: The Japanese giant hornet “flies about a hundred kilometers johhn day ingesting but not digesting small insects, which it carries home in globular form to feed its larvae. Between andnew public high schools adopted the sport. I was sent a copy of his most recent book of essays: Sep 21, Ann Pzrachute rated it really liked it.
My suggestion is that the best way to approach Silk Parachute is to take it out of the library, and open it expecting to read and enjoy about half of it. Chalked graffiti line the revetment and have attracted the attention of Tommaso, who now starts his own with the letter “R”.
There was a point in my life where I was reading every McPhee book I could get my hands on. Agree with another reviewer who said this is a very personal book of McPhee’s.