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Possessing the soul of a poet and the voice of a troubadour, Moore writes luminous essays about what it means to love a place not in the glib way one "loves" a cold drink on a hot day but passionately, a love that is so deep, so ingrained, it must be encoded in one's DNA. A university philosophy professor, Moore brings a refined sensibility to a worldview so precise that it can focus appreciatively on the delicate ballet of microorganisms swimming in a tidal pool, so expansive that it can relate that ballet to the ecology of the world as a whole. The paradox of an island, as Moore observes with elegiac remorse and wonder, is its apparent isolation, a solitude that conceals a teeming universe relentlessly threatened precisely because it remains unseen. Moore, with graceful insight and lyrical eloquence, reveals worlds that dare not be missed, revels in the joy of their discovery, and extols the rewards of their stewardship.
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Review
"...[Moore] evokes a vision of the interrelation of life, all joined beneath the surface." --
Islands, July 2004"...an intense practitioner of noticing... " --
The Oregonian, July 19, 2004"...one of the best essayists on nature that America has produced..." --
Statesman Journal, July 4, 2004"The Pine Island Paradox is a beautiful and challenging book to read
Moore...writes beautifully and compellingly." --
Lodi News-Sentinel, February 26, 2005"The Pine Island Paradox travels through marshes, forests, and deserts offer[ing] fresh ways of looking at ourselves and the world." --
California Wild, Spring 2004"This book is a religious experience for those who see the sacred in the natural workings of the world." --
Islander (Sanibel, FL), May 28A talented storyteller and sage philosopher, the author shares personal stories about the separation of humankind from nature. --
Forecast, May, 2004Moore has written a sharp and lyrical treatise on what it means to be human in the natural world. --
Body and Soul, September 2004Moore's prose sings...It moves from image and experience, from the small things, the casual motions, through narrative and language. --
The Middlewesterner Weblog, September 18, 2005
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