Jane Merryman

a fish trapped inside the wind*

The Writer

I write personal essay. I write to find out how I feel about something, an aspiration I learned from the poet May Sarton. I sometimes picture myself as a grizzled prospector leading a forlorn, burdened donkey into the trackless waste of basin and range country, looking for riches that might be only a few bright flecks in a stream.

These essays explore my world, from the hiking trails of California to the Java Sea and the Silk Road, from school days to retirement, from my backyard to my bookshelves. I invite you to read them—with this caveat from the Persian poet Hafiz:
Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,
Don't always agree it's real,

Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door

My address is somewhere else.


*The quote above about the fish is from Pablo Neruda.



Where the Wind Lives

Filed under: Mini Book Reviews — February 16, 2007 @ 4:25 pm

Zwinger, Ann H., and Beatrice E. Willard. Land Above the Trees, A Guide to American Alpine Tundra. The University of Arizona Press, 1972.
 
The land above the trees is a harsh land. Mostly rock—boulders, talus, scree, pebbles, grit. The sun is merciless; even shadows hide from it. The wind lives here, close to the thunder that […]

Found in Translation

Filed under: Mini Book Reviews — February 16, 2007 @ 1:08 pm

Calvino, Italo. The Road to San Giovanni. Translated from the Italian by Tim Parks. New York: Pantheon Books, 1993.
 
I tend to stay away from translated books, even though I know my life would be enriched by reading fiction, poetry, and other works not originally written in English. But I dread translations. Translators, even good ones, […]

The Bird Man

Filed under: Mini Book Reviews — February 16, 2007 @ 1:04 pm

 
Bolen, Jean Shinoda. The Tao of Psychology: Synchronicity and the Self. San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1979.
         At the night market of Kowloon, in a corner near the jade sellers, a crowd perpetually gathers around the bird man. You pay him a Hong Kong dollar, then point to one of six tiny bamboo cages stacked on […]