At first I was into this - the idea of swimming where this couple swims never occurred to me. They way they progress and have to get more protective gear for cold weather was interesting and I sort of admired their determination. Then I just didn't want to read any more. It didn't seem to be going anywhere.

This delightful exploratory follows an artistic, thoughtful couple’s year-long course of swimming and observing where ocean meets creek along the coast of Massachusetts. Patricia Hanlon relates her observations sufficiently to spark as much curiosity for the reader as the magnificent salt and mud, and reeds and clams did for her. This book is about understanding the complexity and importance of biomass that lies beneath our shrinking wetlands. It’s equally about our relationships with the earth and with each other. Favorite quotes: “Humans are hardwired to prostrate themselves in front of rectangles,” and “Rectangles aren’t found in nature.” ( )

I received a copy of this book through LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers program, and I am grateful to the publisher for the opportunity to read this book.

It was good, it just didn’t catch my attention as fully as I might have wanted. I think honestly it’s more of a Me problem than the book, and there were definitely things I did like—the story of Hanlon and her husband’s swims I did find engaging, as they felt more and more connected to their surroundings and kept pushing to swim further and further into winter. But I think this book required a kind of visualization that isn’t a part of my reading practice and I ended up feeling geographically lost for a lot of it.

The second half also felt like it grazed something but didn’t settle into it completely; I learned some things, but I dunno, I guess I just wanted more like “hey capitalism, woof,” as a part of grappling with ecosystem loss? I think Hanlon was trying to make a move to gesture at climate change without despair, and I don’t need her to be like High and Mighty about it all, but I think a little greater call to action might have been helpful? I’m not sure, but that part felt a little flat to me. ( )

Summary: A memoir of spending a year swimming the creeks and waters of the tidal estuary near her West Gloucester home, a portion of the Great Salt Marsh, and the critical role played in the Earth’s ecosystem by these places where land and water meet.

This book was a delightful surprise–a debut environmental book that holds its own with the works of Aldo Leopold and Rachel Carson. Like them, Hanlon brings to our attention a critical part of the Earth’s ecosystem through personal memoir. And she does this in a quiet but unusual fashion.

Hanlon and her husband Robert live north of Boston along a part of the New England coast known as the Great Salt Marsh. Beginning in July of 2008, they began swimming in the estuary and creeks near West Gloucester, where they were living at the time. What is interesting about this tidal basin is the flow of sea water in and out of the estuary and creeks with the tides, and their swims often followed these tides, floating up a creek when the tide was rising and the sea coming in, then reversing at “the top of the tide” and floating back down as the tide receded. They noticed the marsh grasses, uniquely designed to thrive when inundated by salt water, with dense, interwoven root systems that were like sponges, absorbing water and holding land. And they learned about the critical role this marsh grass plays in absorbing storm surges and providing habitat for marine and above ground species alike.

They decide to keep going, acquiring two different wet suits that enabled them to withstand the colder temperatures and they continued to swim through much of the winter, resuming in the spring, keeping a journal of their swims. The first half of the book is a kind of memoir of all these experiences, followed by reflections on this experience, including the importance of the Great Salt Marsh, environmental threats to this ecosystem, positive steps taken locally, and the longer view.

The writing at times gave this reader a sense of floating along with them, carried by the tide, taking in the meeting of sea, land, and sky.

“We were floating barely forward, watching the flecks of marsh grass and air bubbles on the water’s surface slow down and finally pause. All but the top foot or so of the marsh grass was flooded. The stillness pulsed with life sounds normally too faint to hear; the beating of birds’ wings, the drowsy hum of a jet, the slight tinnitus that has been with me as long as I can remember, a mind event that skates the edge between real and unreal” (p. 43).

One of the subthemes of this text is the quotidian beauty of a marriage that has grown, weathered, and flourished through many seasons. Hanlon not only describes their swims together (having a “buddy” is crucial for safety), but also their daily routines, their work spaces, helping each other suit up for a swim, a shared meal of mussels found on a swim. One of the delights of this book was to read a narrative of two people who had learned to live so companionably with each other. I found myself pausing over this parenthesis a few lines after the passage previously cited, after their bodies grazed each other:

“(A lot can be said about marriage, but fundamentally it has to do with two human bodies in close proximity over many years. From time to time as you’re borne along, you catch and hold a gaze, regarding each other from a foot away, twenty feet, an inch or less. Years ago, when we were courting, testing out the edges between friendship and romance, I could not hold the gaze for long. It was too soon. There was not enough “there” yet between us)” (p.43).

The beauty of this work is the integration of the ecology of a local household, a town, an estuary, the Great Salt Marsh, and the rest of the planet with its rising oceans and warming climate. The work gave me an appreciation for the tidal cycles that are such an ongoing part of life in this setting (and foreign to this landbound Midwesterner!). Most of all, it captures something all of us can begin doing–to become aware and attentive of our place–where our water comes from, where our sewage goes, the geology under our feet, the length of our growing season, the plants and creatures we share this space with, and where north is at any given moment. This work brings together observation, reflection, narrative, and science in a beautiful debut work.

____________________________

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary review copy of this book from the publisher via LibraryThing Early Reviewers in exchange for an honest review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. ( )

The Great Marsh In New England is a large stretch of salt marsh, running from Cape Ann to Hew Hampshire. The author and her husband built a home alongside this marsh and raised their family there. In tribute to those formidable years, the couple decide to swim the tidal estuary on a daily basis, picking a different location each time. This even extended through some of the winter months. Along the way, Hanlon documented this routine, offering observations and explorations on the different ecosystems and how human intervention has altered these hallowed places, so rich in plant and animal diversity. Hanlon is a true poet-ecologist and this is reflected in her easy and informative prose. ( )