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“The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the faint suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.”

Quote by Rebecca Solnit

Work

Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics

Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics is a scholarly work that investigates the complex interplay between political ideologies and the physical landscapes they inhabit or transform. The book examines case studies from various historical periods and geographical locations, analyzing how political actions and policies have influenced the natural world and how landscapes have been used as tools of political power. It offers a nuanced perspective on the political significance of land and space, providing insights into the broader implications of environmental politics. more

Author

Rebecca Solnit
Rebecca Solnit

Rebecca Solnit is an American writer known for her works on environmental, cultural, political, and social issues. Her writing spans a wide range of topics, including nature, travel, gender, and power. Her books include 'Wanderlust', 'A Field Guide to Getting Lost', and 'The Faraway Nearby'. more

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