In a world that is all about the newest device, the coolest social networking platform, and narcissism it is nice to read an acknowledgement of the current human condition and to see an antidote prescribed. When the scribe is Jonathan Franzen and the antidote is birds, well, go read the opinion piece in The New York Times. It is well worth reading the whole thing for writing like this:
And so, yes, I kept a meticulous list of the birds I’d seen, and, yes, I went to inordinate lengths to see new species. But, no less important, whenever I looked at a bird, any bird, even a pigeon or a robin, I could feel my heart overflow with love. And love, as I’ve been trying to say today, is where our troubles begin…
…And here’s where a curious paradox emerged. My anger and pain and despair about the planet were only increased by my concern for wild birds, and yet, as I began to get involved in bird conservation and learned more about the many threats that birds face, it became easier, not harder, to live with my anger and despair and pain.
Good stuff, right?
It is encouraging to see Franzen embracing his love of birds, which he called “My Bird Problem” in an earlier piece, and further went on to say:
“I had a creeping sense of shame about what I was doing. Even as I was learning my gulls and sparrows, I took care, in New York, not to wear my binoculars on a strap but to carry them cupped discreetly in one hand, and if I brought a field guide to the park, I made sure to keep the front cover, which had the word birds in large type, facing inward.”
This was 2005. Has Franzen’s attitude done a u-turn in 6 years, or has birding become more acceptable? (I’d say sexier, but that would be a commodification of love, according to his NYT essay.) At any rate, it’s good to have a birder who is an excellent best-selling writer. I wonder if he’s still birding Central Park?
It’s good to see some positive comments about Franzen’s commencement speech at Kenyon College. Until now, it seemed that only disgruntled David Foster Wallace fans had something to say, and that something was not good. Thank you.