Do I imagine myself visiting a gobargas project in the sticks to see if my environmental sins are being alchemized into virtue?
A black man in the US, Beatty is permanently uncomfortable. Typecast as a writer of satire, he thinks instead that he is just writing from that point of discomfort
Cruelly, it was Langtang’s very vitality that spelled doom for extended families up and down the valley.
Somehow we managed to escape them and we headed for the highest mountains we could see. No more police behind us, but it was clear why. There was no food, we were entering uninhabitable mountain reaches. We had to sleep in the snow.