Molly Ivins’ column from yesterday, “Blessed Stubornness,” is pretty much the best book review I’ve ever read:
I believe the book will become a classic, not just of the environmental movement, but of American lit, as well. It is the rare, clear, moving voice of a working-class woman goaded into action against the greatest massed forces in the world today: globalized corporate greed backed by government power.
She goes on to write:
“In reviewing her book, there is serious danger of condescension — gee, how did a mere mom and Texas shrimper come to write such a marvelous book? How did a woman who sometimes can’t keep her subjects and verbs in agreement (the president of the United States has the same problem) become such a wonderful writer? I know one editor who spotted her style in a letter in the 1980s and urged her to write then, so I suspect she’s just a natural. What a gift. What a story. What magnificent unreasonableness.”