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Writing Wendl...

I really did want to write a light-hearted tale in case this one turns out to be my last novel (assuming it yet becomes a novel), but it's headed currently toward the shadows. I thought I knew Wendl Von Trier pretty well, having trekked with him through my previous book, The Winged Child .   There, Wendl presents as an elusive solitary, moving above all worldly fray while at the same time nudging events and characters toward a satisfactory conclusion. Sharp and intimidating on the outside and tender and motherly on the inside. A friend to the world, something of a trickster, but in all things working for good outcomes.  That is how I saw Wendl VonTrier. A  púka, mischievous, but essentially harmless, even benevolent, capable of presenting in whatever form or gender the moment required. Wendl seemed the ideal candidate to carry readers off into the literary sunset in good spirits after an exhilarating romp through a fantastical fiction. But all along, it seems, there were depths to

What we're reading at our house...

Stefano Mancuso teaches at the University of Florence. He is one of the world's leading neurobotanists. In this marvelous and accessible book, he reminds us that humans are late-comers on the Earth scene, as reckless and destructive in their interactions with the rest of nature as toddlers who have somehow come into possession of a loaded firearm.

Plants, on the other hand, were here long before us, and have worked out rules for living in mutually sustaining community. Our species desperately needs to learn and follow the plant nation's rules for living. Unguided, we are turning the planet into a dangerous and hostile place for our survival.

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