Torrey House Press
80 pp., 2020
Ellen Meloy’s exuberant layering combined with Stephen Strom’s quiet minimalism.
More than fifteen years ago, Stephen Strom and [the late essayist] Ellen Meloy spent two intense days exploring mutual passions and their idiosyncratic ways of addressing them. Swept up in the excitement of shared perceptions and the possibilities for collaboration, they decided to experiment with making a book.
The contrasts in their work—Strom’s quiet minimalism and Meloy’s exuberant layering, the meditative intent evinced by Strom and the wit and exaggeration with which Ellen leavens her own seriousness, the subtlety of Strom’s colors and forms and the heightened sensuality in Meloy’s descriptions—only spice their mutual sensibilities.
Artists with scientific minds and fervent hearts, their work illuminates the astonishing detail and seductive patterns that endlessly re-create our planet, that allow life to thrive, that assure that we walk in beauty. Combining meticulous craft with spiritual curiosity, they explore nature in something like fractals, from desert skies to vast landscapes to the interior of a single flower. Each step down in scale is a study in resonance, another way to see the same thing.
— Ann Weiler Walka, from the Introduction to This Desert Hides Nothing
Funny, wry, steeped in nature and as sharp as the needles on a pinyon pine, these essays will make you rethink your view of the American West. Meloy’s wise and unexpected observations are a pure delight.
— Minneapolis Star Tribune
llen Meloy has been called one of the great writers of the American desert. She was a naturalist . . . deeply curious about the world and our place in it. But there was nothing stuffy about her Pulitzer-prize nominated writing. Meloy was funny, and she used that humor to welcome you into wild places.
— RadioWest