I am on page 52 of the second part, which is good.
The first bit was about 20 pages, so I still have around 130 to go.
The 52 pages are about settler memoirs of the Cariboo Chilcotin. They are, generally, crazy books. The writers are in love with their own heroics. They are frightened by dense stands of pine trees. They hate wolves like the Ahab hated Moby. By the 1970s, the writers grow pot and flout "convention;" meaning they hunt out of season, drive their pickups without a license and engage in, ahem, free love.
So while these are books set in "nature," they are not about nature. They are about self-adoration and settling - stealing - land.
I'm at the end of my chapter, and I need a doozy of a conclusion. I have it roughly worked out, but it needs to be tight and good.
Here's to wolves and dog's-hair pine forests and pickup trucks.