Clouds: a Family, Farm, and Cotton Farmer's Poetic License

When a wildlife biologist drives home to the Arkansas Delta, he can't stop reading the land. Or the people who made him.Blake Grisham was trained to watch a place closely enough to understand it: how a tree ends up where the maps swear it can't grow, how a landscape recovers from what's taken from it, how to tell what's true from what's only remembered. In Clouds, he turns that discipline on his own family; on Daddy Bob and Mee Maw, on a cotton-country town named for a vanished tree, on a road built by hand for a schoolteacher whose name is carved in nothing but a working sign.From a halibut boat in Cook's Inlet to a fish-house table in Jonesboro, Clouds is a book about inheritance and erasure: what a family hands down, and what a place refuses to forget. It is funny where grief is unbearable and exact where memory wants to lie. And it ends where every honest reckoning does: not with the road not taken, but with the one you build, and name, and drive.A natural history of one family, and the Delta that raised it.