Air Mail: Letters of Politics, Pandemics, and Place
By Pam Houston and Amy Irvine
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"This book is fierce love in motion."
—LIDIA YUKNAVITCH
When the state of Colorado ordered its residents to shelter in place in response to the spread of coronavirus, writers Pam Houston and Amy Irvine—who had never met—began a correspondence based on their shared devotion to the rugged, windswept mountains that surround their homes, one on either side of the Continental Divide. As the numbers of infected and dead rose and the nation split dangerously over the crisis, Houston and Irvine found their letters to one another nearly as necessary as breath. Part tribute to wilderness, part indictment against tyranny and greed, Air Mail: Letters of Politics, Pandemics, and Place reveals the evolution of a friendship that galvanizes as it chronicles a strange new world.
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Air Mail - Pam Houston
July 21, 2020
Dear reader,
When we began writing letters to each other in March of 2020, shortly after the COVID-19 outbreak led to Colorado’s governor issuing a statewide stay-at-home order, we had never met, and only knew each other through the books we had written. These books were all, in one way or another, about how the Earth’s wild places saved us, raised us, mothered us, and brought us back to life. We live on opposite sides of the Continental Divide, on opposite sides of the San Juan Mountain Range. The rain that falls onto Pam’s high mountain meadow will make its way eventually to the Atlantic Ocean, while the rain that falls onto Amy’s high desert mesa will run toward the Pacific. The land between our houses, much of it over ten thousand feet in elevation, is arguably the most beautiful and wildest country in the lower 48.
In a culture defined by Twitter and the twenty-four-hour news cycle, writing letters felt like ritual—intimate, ancient—two barn owls calling to each other across a starry sky. As the reality of COVID set in, our letters became a life raft of clarity in days filled with increasing numbers of the dead and the incessant dismantling of our government from within. In them, we could rage and cry, hold each other up, and talk ourselves back into agency, back into hope, back into action. We could hear each other’s voices and our own, ringing like bells, reminding us that the fight to save the Earth is what we were born for. Eventually we could hear your voice too, dear reader, your fear for the future, and your passion for the land.
Our voices are just part of a broader resistance. These letters were already assembled for publication and in the final proofreading stage when George Floyd was murdered and protests against police brutality and systemic racism flared across the nation—a long-overdue mass exercise in First Amendment rights that has been met with violence while those flexing Second Amendment muscle by storming state capitals armed with assault weapons have been met with zero pushback. We acknowledge that whatever threats COVID and distruction of the planet pose to us, to the very basic right to draw a full, clean, and healthy breath, those threats are at least tenfold to Black, Brown, and Indigenous people. Whatever fear and outrage we carry as our own, we hold far more of it for those more likely to die at the hands of law enforcement, in their jobs as essential workers, in their communities more polluted and underserved.
Dear Reader, you are the one we’ve been waiting for. We’ve caught up to a future we could not imagine, but we’ve known all along we were ready.
We’ll see you soon, in the sky.
Amy and Pam
March 28, 2020
Hi Amy,
Greetings from the east-facing side of the Great Divide!
One of the things you and I have in common during this pandemic is that unlike most Americans who are sheltering in place, we have unrestricted access to vast parcels of the natural world right out our door. If I step down off my back porch and hop my fence, I am in the Rio Grande National Forest. If I keep walking, in a few hours I’ll enter the Weminuche Wilderness, and after a couple days I’ll get to the San Juan National Forest (four million acres altogether). I can wander around for weeks up there—especially now that the tourists have been discouraged—without seeing another soul. In this way we are the opposite of those Italians singing from their balconies.
We chose these lives. We were lucky and worked hard and cashed in our white middle-class privilege precisely so we would have unrestricted access to wild country, and even COVID, which is threatening to shut down the entire world, won’t keep us out. An amazement, really, as I watch all the parks, state and national, around the country, closing. We can’t go to a restaurant or to Paris, but we can still lose ourselves in the wilderness we love.
I’ve been thinking about the wildlands that get more use than ours, that grapple with a constant onslaught of people, and are suddenly emptied of them. I picture the animals whispering to one another, Do you think they are all dead down there? Then I picture them linking arms and dancing around the campfire. I hear the trees bending towards one another and singing. You might have seen the article in Forbes with the headline, Coronavirus Lockdown Likely Saved 77,000 Lives in China Just by the Reduction of Air Pollution.
For all the suffering, heartache, grief, and economic catastrophe this virus will cause, I can’t help but wonder what reevaluation of our priorities might come out of it. Will we learn we don’t need so many choices? Will we get better at being, instead of doing? Will we remember that we are actually nature, and neither its master, nor the beneficiary of its charms? Will clean air, just as one example, seem like a thing worth staying home for?
Be well,
Pam
March 28, 2020
Good morning Pam,
Hailing from the other side of the divide! I live off-grid on a remote mesa that connects the fourteen-thousand-foot peaks of Colorado’s San Juan Mountains with the redrock deserts of my Utah homeland. In every direction there are millions of acres of public forests, canyons, basin and range. A quick morning walk in a shallow, unremarkable gully might reveal a mountain lion and her two teenagers, playing on the hillside, just fifty yards away. A scramble through jumbled boulders might prompt a spotted owl to rush out at you, to graze your head and send you reeling—the scrapes and bruises well worth the price of admission. The day Devin and I decided to marry, we were walking a stone’s throw from the house when, in the dirt and duff, two matching arrowheads made themselves known.
Like many writers, I believed that something akin to Thoreau’s life at Walden was necessary for both craft and soul. Not an hour goes by that I’m not brought to my knees by the lands I live next to—the beauty, the freedom, and the promise that the natural world will go on, despite our species’ appetites and expansions. Since our shared governor issued a statewide stay-at-home order, I’ve been more grateful than ever for this wide-open space to wander in, to be in relationship with. At the same time, I am aware that if this life is necessary for stories that connect us to the natural world, we will lose storytellers as quickly as we’re losing people to this new virus. This life of ours cannot be the prerequisite.
You ask, as public life contracts, if we might realize we need not so many choices. One hopes. What if one doesn’t have the luxury of choosing to live and write where and how we do? What if one has but a single patch of sky that she sees out a tiny, smog-smeared factory window?
If it’s the patch of sky in China, it’s a big fucking deal. For the first time in a long while, tens of thousands of Chinese citizens can take a breath and not worry that the pollution will kill them. For the first time in many of their children’s lives, they are seeing the sky is blue. We’ve taken these things for granted. Let’s hope we get to take them for granted in the future, by no longer taking them for granted here and now.
I’m also curious to hear you say more about being
vs doing.
That seems like a major reset for America. How do you think we might manage this shift?
So glad to be in conversation,
Amy
March 29, 2020
Hi Amy,
We just got back from a hike in a canyon called Embargo Creek. It was meant to be eight miles round trip, but my younger wolfhound, Henry, let the snowmelt and the springtime smells put him into his wild mind and he climbed a ridge that dropped him down into another drainage (following not elk, not deer, but only the smells they left behind) and it took us a couple of extra hours to be reunited. The bluebirds were out in force and we scared up an annoyed coyote, watched a red-tail soar.
I was thinking about our conversation, and how lucky we are to get the thing we need most during lockdown, but also thinking there are many people, some of my dearest friends in fact, who would trade the day I just had for an hour in their favorite coffee shop with a macchiato and a morning bun, or a Wilco concert, or a baseball game. I have picked, intentionally, three things I love too, but I don’t need them the way I need my boots on hard ground. And it’s a good thing for the land, that it’s not everybody’s first choice. As you have written about so powerfully in Desert Cabal, the land has more of us out there loving it than it can stand.
I don’t know how you get from living in a fast-paced city full of art and technology to loving the wilderness enough to write powerfully about it, though we both know great writers who do. I am so driven by my senses, my hands-and-feet-on experience of the physical stuff of landscape that it’s almost impossible for me to imagine finding those drivers without days and weeks outside. But I could hope to channel whatever Leslie Marmon Silko found when she was missing the mesas of the Laguna Pueblo so fiercely, the exquisite novel Ceremony emerged.
I also have noticed that fewer and fewer of my students, especially at UC Davis, take a real interest in the natural world, fewer of them go backpacking, fewer of them could even define the nouns that have always made my heart beat fast: elk, mesa, trilobite, eddy.
There is no reason the one percent in China need to eat domestically raised wild pangolin at their cocktail parties. There is