From the preface of This Cold Heaven by Gretel Ehrlich: …I was on hands and knees on a lateral moraine caressing alpine fescue and sniffing dwarf harbells while icebergs, big as warehouses, drifted by. Glistening white, they were the photographic negatives of Greenland’s black mountain fringe. (p. xi) It took me awhile to read This Cold Heaven, mostly because it is too beautiful to read quickly. I sat here at… Read More