![]() It is a process recognizable from her earlier work. She gathers it together in small fragments, seldom more than a fraction of a page long, that appear randomly organized. Their masses having been greatly diminished since settlers grasped that they grew in soil good for farming.” Perhaps it was that sense of loss that sent her out searching for different kinds of beech trees, that sent her rooting around in the old books collecting lore and the attempts at early science, that forced her to learn everything she could about these trees.Īt first glance, Casting Deep Shade is a commonplace book of all this information. She tells us early on that the “American beech … is not the priority here, only because it is rarely among the beeches I see daily where I live in southern New England. In the years before her sudden and unexpected death in 2016, Wright was fascinated with the American beech ( Fagus grandifolia) and the members of its family. That is all most of us learn, and sometimes it used to feel like enough. We hear them called autograph trees, because they hold the wounds made by solipsistic children (or by the poets visiting Lady Gregory at Coole Park) who cut their initials into that smooth gray skin. We hear the trunks of beech trees described as pillars that look like the legs of elephants. ![]()
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