pVivid with specifics, with instances of lived experience, this is a work firmly rooted in an earth that is itself unstable. Meadows explores that instability, explores our own complicity, and yet with a generosity that seeks to embrace rather than to blame, and through that embrace, to achieve a more exacting engagement with contemporary cultural and ecological tensions. Through her evocative, kaleidoscopic phrasing, we're witnesses to a meticulous yet rangy accounting that demonstrates how language can be used to create new modes of accountability.--Cole SwensenppThe melancholy of a particularly cerebral struggle with the political, artistic self or selves is the dominant, rich tone of this book. Meadows's 'recuperative theater' as she describes it presents a broken world with cinematic flair--'water treatment doesn't work... people as pulled dandelions, for mundane weeds, not people in the manner of unsettled nostalgia'--and is global in scope, perspectives ever-shifting as her med