The trick, when writing about the world, is not to pretend we have no subjective point of view, but to localize in that intrinsic bias a source of light. Here is Bliumis-Dunn’s delicately focused travelogue of the storied Galapagos Islands, where the locals are octopi, crabs, lizards; and the observer is humble, ever cognizant of the layered meanings she brings with her to this magical seascape.
STARTLED Massive and black the frigate birds, on brambles in the distance. Their bright red gular sacs, full as spinnaker sails billow from their feathers, like giant hearts of skin and air. They remind us of our own hearts, oversized and awkward, quivering in the lightest wind.