I’ve always been fascinated with the Arctic, so this book seemed just the thing for me. Unfortunately, I didn’t care for it.
For one thing, Walter Anthony isn’t a very likable person. She keeps talking about how she left home at the age of 12, but what she did was ask to go live with someone else because she argued all the time with her mother. She later admits that she wasn’t respectful to her mother, but doesn’t seem to want to admit that perhaps she should have been more respectful to her mother. She also talks about wanting to be in control of the games on the playground, and later in life wanting to control her kids and even her husband. She consistently asks him for help with her own science and research, but resents reciprocating when they’re on the farm in Minnesota. In fact, she resents her life for TWELVE YEARS whenever they’re on the farm before she finally realizes that she needs to learn to make the best of the life she’s chosen. Walter Anthony is a very selfish and off-putting person, and it was difficult to read this memoir and have any sort of sympathy for her.
Walter Anthony is also a very, very, very preachy sort of person. And not in the way of, oh this is how I live my life, but definitely more in the way of thinking she’s better than we folks who succumb to the lure of the television. Like, great, you don’t like tv. I do. But I also read a whole lot. I don’t look down my nose at people who don’t read. We all have our preferences. She also closes the book with an epilogue that tells us that maybe we should just make peace with climate change, and if everyone would just turn off their phones and hike through the woods near their homes, then we would develop an appreciation for the earth and for the changes it’s experiencing. She doesn’t seem to understand that just going for a walk in the woods isn’t all that easy for most of us. Where I live, there are places where you can walk in nature — but they’re not accessible unless you have a car and you drive there. Some of them charge fees. Not everyone can afford the fees to take a walk in the woods. She also isn’t terribly kind to her kids; she preaches that parents ought to spend more time with her kids, and then resents any time away from crunching data on her laptop. I was also shocked to read about the tear stains on her oldest’s cello. She says they were “the dried-up marks of the pain and frustration he felt on days when sleep had been too short or Mama too critical” (264). Ma’am, we don’t criticize our kids until they cry. Oof.
The part where Walter Anthony meets her husband was a little icky as well. She met this guy and sized him up as possible marriage material, asked him point blank if he was a Christian, and when he said yes, she immediately decided she could marry this man. She’d known him for all of three minutes. Then she invites him home with her, even though her father and stepmother were going to be visiting from out of town. She mentions rather off-handedly that her father and stepmother were annoyed by this stranger being present during family time, but she doesn’t have any sympathy at all for their feelings. Instead she says that she felt it was more important to find a husband. *eye boggle*
This book also has a WHOLE LOT of Christianity all over it. I was not expecting to be preached at and have the Bible quoted to me almost every chapter once she decides she does have faith. This was supposed to be a book about Walter Anthony’s work on lakes in the Arctic, not a memoir of her interpretation of the Bible and what it means to her. Not only that, but she quotes all these passages from the Bible about yielding to God’s will and letting him take the wheel, as it were, and consistently lives her life in direct opposition to that. She never does seem to learn to yield; she just keeps preaching about it.
I’m so disappointed in this book. If you want a science memoir, this ain’t it.