{"product_id":"the-botany-of-desire-isbn-9780375760396","title":"The Botany of Desire","description":"\u003cb\u003e“Pollan shines a light on our own nature as well as on our implication in the natural world.” \u003ci\u003e—The New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A wry, informed pastoral.” \u003ci\u003e—The New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe book that helped make Michael Pollan, the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eHow to Change Your Mind\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eCooked\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Omnivore’s Dilemma,\u003c\/i\u003e one of the most trusted food experts in America\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvery schoolchild learns about the mutually beneficial dance of honeybees and flowers:  The bee collects nectar and pollen to make honey and, in the process, spreads the  flowers’ genes far and wide. In\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Botany of Desire,\u003c\/i\u003e Michael Pollan ingeniously  demonstrates how people and domesticated plants have formed a similarly reciprocal  relationship. He masterfully links four fundamental human desires—sweetness, beauty,  intoxication, and control—with the plants that satisfy them: the apple, the tulip,  marijuana, and the potato. In telling the stories of four familiar species, Pollan  illustrates how the plants have evolved to satisfy humankind’s most basic yearnings.  And just as we’ve benefited from these plants, we have also done well by them. So  who is really domesticating whom?“Pollan shines a light on our own nature as well as on our implication in the natural  world.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The New York Times\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “[Pollan] has a wide-ranging intellect, an eager grasp  of evolutionary biology and a subversive streak that helps him to root out some wonderfully  counterintuitive points. His prose both shimmers and snaps, and he has a knack for  finding perfect quotes in the oddest places. . . . Best of all, Pollan really loves  plants.” \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A wry, informed pastoral.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The New Yorker\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We can give no higher praise to the work of this superb science writer\/ reporter  than to say that his new book is as exciting as any you’ll read.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Entertainment  Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “A whimsical, literary romp through man’s perpetually frustrating and always  unpredictable relationship with nature.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Los Angeles Times\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eMichael Pollan\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of seven books, including \u003ci\u003eCooked: The Natural History of Transformation, Food Rules, In Defense of Food, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Omnivore’s Dilemma\u003c\/i\u003e. A longtime contributor to \u003ci\u003eThe New York Times,\u003c\/i\u003e he is also the Knight Professor of Science and Environmental Journalism at the University of California, Berkeley. In 2010, \u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e magazine named him one of the one hundred most influential people in the world.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003eDesire: Sweetness\u003cbr\u003ePlant: The Apple \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e(Malus domestica)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you happened to find yourself on the banks of the Ohio River on a particular afternoon in the spring of 1806—somewhere just to the north of Wheeling, West Virginia, say—you would probably have noticed a strange makeshift craft drifting lazily down the river. At the time, this particular stretch of the Ohio, wide and brown and bounded on both sides by steep shoulders of land thick with oaks and hickories, fairly boiled with river traffic, as a ramshackle armada of keelboats and barges ferried settlers from the comparative civilization of Pennsylvania to the wilderness of the Northwest Territory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe peculiar craft you’d have caught sight of that afternoon consisted of a pair of hollowed-out logs that had been lashed together to form a rough catamaran, a sort of canoe plus sidecar. In one of the dugouts lounged the figure of a skinny man of about thirty, who may or may not have been wearing a burlap coffee sack for a shirt and a tin pot for a hat. According to the man in Jefferson County who deemed the scene worth recording, the fellow in the canoe appeared to be snoozing without a care in the world, evidently trusting in the river to take him wherever it was he wanted to go. The other hull, his sidecar, was riding low in the water under the weight of a small mountain of seeds that had been carefully blanketed with moss and mud to keep them from drying out in the sun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fellow snoozing in the canoe was John Chapman, already well known to people in Ohio by his nickname: Johnny Appleseed. He was on his way to Marietta, where the Muskingum River pokes a big hole into the Ohio’s northern bank, pointing straight into the heart of the Northwest Territory. Chapman’s plan was to plant a tree nursery along one of that river’s as-yet-unsettled tributaries, which drain the fertile, thickly forested hills of central Ohio as far north as Mansfield. In all likelihood, Chapman was coming from Allegheny County in western Pennsylvania, to which he returned each year to collect apple seeds, separating them out from the fragrant mounds of pomace that rose by the back door of every cider mill. A single bushel of apple seeds would have been enough to plant more than three hundred thousand trees; there’s no way of telling how many bushels of seed Chapman had in tow that day, but it’s safe to say his catamaran was bearing several whole orchards into the wilderness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe image of John Chapman and his heap of apple seeds riding together down the Ohio has stayed with me since I first came across it a few years ago in an out-of-print biography. The scene, for me, has the resonance of myth—a myth about how plants and people learned to use each other, each doing for the other things they could not do for themselves, in the bargain changing each other and improving their common lot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHenry David Thoreau once wrote that “it is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man,” and much of the American chapter of that story can be teased out of Chapman’s story. It’s the story of how pioneers like him helped domesticate the frontier by seeding it with Old World plants. “Exotics,” we’re apt to call these species today in disparagement, yet without them the American wilderness might never have become a home. What did the apple get in return? A golden age: untold new varieties and half a world of new habitat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs an emblem of the marriage between people and plants, the design of Chapman’s peculiar craft strikes me as just right, implying as it does a relation of parity and reciprocal exchange between its two passengers. More than most of us do, Chapman seems to have had a knack for looking at the world from the plants’ point of view—“pomocentrically,” you might say. He understood he was working for the apples as much as they were working for him. Perhaps that’s why he sometimes likened himself to a bumblebee, and why he would rig up his boat the way he did. Instead of towing his shipment of seeds behind him, Chapman lashed the two hulls together so they would travel down the river side by side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe give ourselves altogether too much credit in our dealings with other species. Even the power over nature that domestication supposedly represents is overstated. It takes two to perform that particular dance, after all, and plenty of plants and animals have elected to sit it out. Try as they might, people have never been able to domesticate the oak tree, whose highly nutritious acorns remain far too bitter for humans to eat. Evidently the oak has such a satisfactory arrangement with the squirrel—which obligingly forgets where it has buried every fourth acorn or so (admittedly, the estimate is Beatrix Potter’s)—that the tree has never needed to enter into any kind of formal arrangement with us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe apple has been far more eager to do business with humans, and perhaps nowhere more so than in America. Like generations of other immigrants before and after, the apple has made itself at home here. In fact, the apple did such a convincing job of this that most of us wrongly assume the plant is a native. (Even Ralph Waldo Emerson, who knew a thing or two about natural history, called it “the American fruit.”) Yet there is a sense—a biological, not just metaphorical sense—in which this is, or has become, true, for the apple transformed itself when it came to America. Bringing boatloads of seed onto the frontier, Johnny Appleseed had a lot to do with that process, but so did the apple itself. No mere passenger or dependent, the apple is the hero of its own story.New York Times bestselling author of The Omnivore's Dilemma","brand":"Random House Trade Paperbacks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303066489061,"sku":"NP9780375760396","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780375760396.jpg?v=1767738500","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-botany-of-desire-isbn-9780375760396","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}