Think living in the city means you
need to grocery shop to get food? Think again. Novella Carpenter took her
apartment near downtown Oakland and the vacant, overgrown lot next door and
became an urban farmer. She recollects the tales and trials of life on the farm
in Farm City: education of an urban
farmer. Over the course of the book she finds community within her rough
and tumble neighborhood through a series of up and downs ranging from a home
grown and slaughtered Turkey for Thanksgiving, to the theft of her prized,
under ripe watermelon, all intertwined with stories from her mother’s days on a
farm in Idaho, and history facts on the plants and animals that cycle through
her deck and squatter lot.
Readers
that have enjoyed The Quarter-Acre Farm:
How I Kept the Patio, Lost the Lawn, and Fed My Family for a Year, and Urban Farm Handbook: City Slicker Resources
for Growing, Raising, Sourcing, Trading, and Preparing What You Eat should
be able to find a good few days read in Farm
City as it offers information on Carpenter’s trials, errors, and successes.
Every word
from Carpenter’s pen reads as though she were just telling the story face to
face. Here she relays the time she discovered that slugs were destroying her
treasured watermelon vines: “I know there were more slugs – bigger slugs, the
mothers and fathers of these babies… later in the day, as the sun set, I drank
a strong cup of tea and strapped on my head lamp. Prepared for hand-to-hand
combat, I went slug hunting.” She attacks each challenge with similar gusto and
humor, handing each tale to the reader with equal parts enthusiasm, pride and
concern, though not without a fair share of self mockery, sarcasm, and heart
felt reflection.
Life in GhostTown, Carpenter’s
neighborhood, in Oakland is comparable to the Wild West with gun fights and a
sense of general lawlessness, despite the frequent scream of sirens. On her
dead end 28th Street, (the 2-8) she adds a little farm living to the
mix of already colorful characters. Bobby lived on a farm in Arkansas and
offers advice about slaughtering her pigs, while trying to avoid getting the
car he lives in towed away. Lana (anal spelled backwards as she introduces
herself) loves animals and helps with the set up the garden. It is with these
people and others that Carpenter shares her bounty, hardships, and stories. At
times I sat wondering if I really cared about the historical significance of
the turkey, and why this information was being fed to be, but in the end I
remained thankful for the information and the interesting way the community
reacted to her growing homestead.
At the
start of her urban farming adventure she has a tally on her fridge that reads
“4 chickens, 30,000 bees [approximately], 59 flies, 2 monkeys [me and my
boyfriend Bill]” and over the course of the book she acquires several more
chickens (for meat this time), ducks, geese, turkey, rabbits, and the biggest
project of all, the pigs. The book is split into growing stages of the farm:
Turkey, Rabbit, and Pig respectively. Each of these also explore the history of
the animals as well as relate back to stories that her mother repeatedly tells,
a trait that she understands the more she works on her little farm.
Novella Carpenter’s roots go back
to a farm in Idaho. As the daughter of two hippies determined to live off the
land, she was raised with that self-sustaining lifestyle and it stayed with her
to this day. She and her boyfriend Bill still live in Oakland in a homestead
referred to as GhostTown Farm. She runs a blog about the goings on and
interacting with other inventive urban farmers and has co-written other works
such as The Essential Urban Farmer
and Don't Jump! The Northwest
Winter Blues Survival Guide. She received a Degree from in English at the
University of Washington Seattle, an attended the UC Berkeley Graduate School
of Journalism. She had already appeared in Mother Jones, salon.com and
the San Francisco Chronicle’s website SFgate.com before starting her blog about
GhostTown.
Whether you enjoy the idea of a
woman farming in Oakland, want to learn farm history facts to impress your
friends at parties (there’s always that one person right?) or want to grow your
own farm and don’t know where to start, Carpenter’s Farm City has the seeds and sunshine you need. It is a warm
reflection on community, childhood, family, and good old hard work. All in all,
if you are looking for in depth, step by step instructions on running a farm,
there are many other books to look for at your local library. However, for a
broader scope, or a hobby, this book is just enough to get even the biggest
city folks to consider growing tomatoes on their balconies.
Although I am looking for step by step instructions on running a farm (not), I am still very interested in reading this piece. If it was a blog about a person living on a farm in Nebraska I really doubt that I'd want to. But Carpenter is in Oakland! I find myself most curious about what impact her garden, and sharing the fruits (and vegetables) of her labor had on the surrounding neighborhood. Especially since it is compared to the Wild Wild West. You did a nice job showing the tone she uses in the piece, which was great for me because I love some god self mockery. Nice review! Time to get my urban farmer on!
ReplyDeleteThis book sounds really cute! I have been wanting to start a community garden in my neighborhood for a while now, and this book (along with the others in her repertoire) sound like the perfect start line. I will definitely be checking it out! I also wanted to say that your review was very well done. It was a really nice length, not so long that I got too bored to finish it (which happens a lot) and not so short that I couldn't see the benefit of reading the book. There were a few grammar/spelling errors though, so I would just give it a quick read-through (there were only a couple that I noticed, nothing major). You had a really nice up-beat tone which was easy to read, and flowed nicely. The only other suggestion I have aside from a read through is just watch for redundancy. Other than that fantastic job!
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