more-than-human stories reading group
landscape and mindscape meet in a dwelling place. around the campfire, thoughts do not know ownership and are uncertain of their own origins. like sparks of fire, they appear for a second and are gone. tune in to hear them. bare witness of their being. make them stay a minute longer.
Like leaves of grass, we are interconnected. Braiding the sweetgrass, we embrace the connections. Humans or hawks, we can hear the sound of a snail eating, what the ants are saying, or how a rattlesnake moves under the porch. Overstory or underland, gathering moss, we may uncover our own roots.
Now, how many references to published and well-received econarratives have you noticed in the above? Check out our reading list and see where our discussions on them led us. Step by step, bird by bird. ‘The story of more’ matters to you once you engage with it.
criticism and theory
There are different ways of how to engage with an econarrative. Ecocriticism contains dozens of pathways and angles into the genre, some of them more provocative and contrasting than others.
Here we discuss ecocriticism and its role in understanding ecoliterature. Econarratives regarding topics such as ecology, relationships between a narrative “I” and her lifeworld, or phenomenology of dependencies that are not limited to human experience, all of these invite the reader into a dialogue. The dialogue can be critical.
Zooming out of the ‘small is beautiful’, and putting the narrative and critical details aside, the particularities make up a map, a continuum, where the the landscape is vast, dynamic, and interdisciplinary. What is the history of econarratives? Where do they come from? Have they ever “not been here”? What is the context for their appreciation?
Here we share our thoughts on the broader phenomenon of the green, on ecocriticism, indigeneity, environmental ethics, history of sustainability, activism, or emission reduction. Join our (broader) conversation!
“But people have no idea what time is. They think it’s a line, spinning out from three seconds behind them, then vanishing just as fast into the three seconds of fog just ahead. They can’t see that time is one spreading ring wrapped around another, outward and outward until the thinnest skin of Now depends for its being on the enormous mass of everything that has already died.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory