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Marty Crump, adjunct professor of biology at Northern Arizona University and conservation fellow of the Wildlife Conservation Society, has tromped through many a rain forest and hunkered in many a swamp during her 31 years of herpetological field research. In her travels through Ecuador, Argentina, Costa Rica, and Brazil, she's studied harlequin frogs, golden toads, and predaceous tadpoles; encountered conga ants, electric eels, and bushmaster vipers; and dined on rat, parrot, and guinea pig. Her memoir, begun as a gift for her children, is now a treat for anyone with a taste for travel, nature, and a story well told.
Crump's tone is always friendly, never pompous, and the vivid details provide for the best sort of armchair travel, where you can almost (but happily, not quite) feel the oppressive humidity, taste the decayed banana wine, and smell the fetid vegetation, while picturing the astonishing glories of "over one hundred Day-Glo golden orange toads poised like statues, dazzling jewels against the dark brown mud."
She juggled the rigors of fieldwork with the demands of motherhood, learning to express milk for her 6-week-old infant Karen while hiking in the rain to study frogs in the lush mountains of Costa Rica. Her field experience has certainly contributed to her herpetological expertise (not for nothing was she honored with the Distinguished Herpetologist Award), but it has also created a bountiful supply of exceptional travel stories. Crump has combined her choicest stories with ample herpetological annotation, creating a unique collection of travel tales liberally spiced with naturalist lore. --Stephanie Gold
From Publishers Weekly
Since 1968, biologist Crump has trekked through forests, across ponds and into the treetops of Ecuador, Brazil, Costa Rica, Colombia and Chile looking for all sorts of reptiles and amphibians, and especially for frogs and toadsApop-eyed and poisonous, quizzical or questionable, rambunctious or round-bellied, sinuous, triangular or unfortunately extinct. Crump's colloquial and quite readable book about her adventures and discoveries belongs to a rapidly growing subgenre of popular science writing: she has simply adapted her field notes and diaries, giving a day-by-day, blow-by-blow, sloth-by-snake-by-toad account of her life in the tropical wild. Crump, who teaches herpetology at Northern Arizona University, attempts neither a grand story about the progress of bioscience, nor an autobiography, nor an analysis of developing nations' eco-policies, though material for all three can be extracted from her journals: instead, she simply explains what it's like to be her. We readers learn, as she does, astonishing data about frog reproduction; we meet beauteous bromeliads, scary scorpions and "mama llamas." We encounter the government and corporate employees who escort her teams to wild regions, and the native peoples who live thereAon one 1993 jaunt, these include friendly Quechua groups (with rifles) and "Huaoranis who refuse contact with outsiders and spear anyone who enters their territory." And we hear, with pleasant frequency, how Crump, a mother of two, balances work and family. At one point, partner Peter, young Karen and an even-younger Rob accompany the narrator to Argentina, and their domestic worlds give Crump an enticingAif exhaustingAcounterpoint to her professional endeavors. Armchair, aspiring or actual field biologists will certainly sympathize with Crump as she manages her panoply of little disasters, delights and real discoveries. (June)
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