Books like The Earth's Blanket

I discovered birds rather late in life, almost by accident, as a Peace Corps volunteer teaching in a small western Ethiopian town, an experience that stimulated my passion to know all kinds of birds and, in the process, to know the people and places where they lived. My ultimate career choice of ethnobiology, combining cognitive and environmental analysis, was a perfect synthesis of my various scholarly passions. My subsequent studies of Mayan and Zapotec Indian communities in Mexico and Native North American communities in the Pacific Northwest broadened the scope of my research to include all kinds of animals, plants, and fungi, all the living things we share with Indigenous people.

I discovered birds rather late in life, almost by accident, as a Peace Corps volunteer teaching in a small western Ethiopian town, an experience that stimulated my passion to know all kinds of birds and, in the process, to know the people and places where they lived. My ultimate career choice of ethnobiology, combining cognitive and environmental analysis, was a perfect synthesis of my various scholarly passions. My subsequent studies of Mayan and Zapotec Indian communities in Mexico and Native North American communities in the Pacific Northwest broadened the scope of my research to include all kinds of animals, plants, and fungi, all the living things we share with Indigenous people.

I discovered birds rather late in life, almost by accident, as a Peace Corps volunteer teaching in a small western Ethiopian town, an experience that stimulated my passion to know all kinds of birds and, in the process, to know the people and places where they lived. My ultimate career choice of ethnobiology, combining cognitive and environmental analysis, was a perfect synthesis of my various scholarly passions. My subsequent studies of Mayan and Zapotec Indian communities in Mexico and Native North American communities in the Pacific Northwest broadened the scope of my research to include all kinds of animals, plants, and fungi, all the living things we share with Indigenous people.

I discovered birds rather late in life, almost by accident, as a Peace Corps volunteer teaching in a small western Ethiopian town, an experience that stimulated my passion to know all kinds of birds and, in the process, to know the people and places where they lived. My ultimate career choice of ethnobiology, combining cognitive and environmental analysis, was a perfect synthesis of my various scholarly passions. My subsequent studies of Mayan and Zapotec Indian communities in Mexico and Native North American communities in the Pacific Northwest broadened the scope of my research to include all kinds of animals, plants, and fungi, all the living things we share with Indigenous people.

I grew up in a rural community and have lived most of my adult life in a small city in the Southern Interior of British Columbia. I’m fascinated with West Coast culture, particularly the Canadian version of it, which is connected to the environment and outdoors, shaped by more recent immigration and its sense of distance and disconnect from the country’s capital and economic and social centres, and informed by a more gentle climate. Rural west coast culture is especially rich in iconoclasts, those who live outside the norm, and I’ve explored these sorts of characters in all four of my novels and my short story collection.

As a young person I loved to read history novels, but each book had to be about either British monarchs or American generals. Then I watched the movie Bye Bye Blues, a Canadian prairie story by Anne Wheeler, and realized for the first time that the story was about me, about us. It was such a heady feeling that I decided to study Western Canadian history at university. Three weeks after I got my M.A. from the University of Victoria I was offered the chance to write about Vancouver Island coal miners and the rest, as they say, is quite literally history.

I grew up in a rural community and have lived most of my adult life in a small city in the Southern Interior of British Columbia. I’m fascinated with West Coast culture, particularly the Canadian version of it, which is connected to the environment and outdoors, shaped by more recent immigration and its sense of distance and disconnect from the country’s capital and economic and social centres, and informed by a more gentle climate. Rural west coast culture is especially rich in iconoclasts, those who live outside the norm, and I’ve explored these sorts of characters in all four of my novels and my short story collection.

I've loved writing since childhood when I lived in an 18th-century farmhouse in England that I was convinced was haunted. I'm now passionate about the history of British Columbia where I live today, and have written over twenty non-fiction historical books, true crime books, historical columns, and numerous articles for magazines and newspapers. My own forthcoming fictional trilogy, The McBride Chronicles, tells the story of a fictional family from the beginnings of British Columbia until present day so I can truly say I love all fiction set in our beautiful province by BC writers. I'm delighted that we have so many talented fiction writers in the province including the ones I recommend. 

When I was a kid growing up in Vancouver my parents had a collection of books arranged on shelves around the living room. The only one I remember taking down and actually reading was an early history of the city. I recalled being impressed by the simple fact that someone had thought my hometown was interesting enough to write about, not something that was self-evident to a cocky teenager. Many years later, some two dozen books of my own under my belt, I decided maybe I’d earned the right to take a crack at the city myself.

When I was a kid growing up in Vancouver my parents had a collection of books arranged on shelves around the living room. The only one I remember taking down and actually reading was an early history of the city. I recalled being impressed by the simple fact that someone had thought my hometown was interesting enough to write about, not something that was self-evident to a cocky teenager. Many years later, some two dozen books of my own under my belt, I decided maybe I’d earned the right to take a crack at the city myself.