Looking at the Shape of the Continent: Poetry and Place in Corinna Cook’s Leavetakings
Corinna Cook, Leavetakings. University of Alaska Press, 2020. 130 pp. $16.95.
I grew up in a Houston suburb about a mile from a bayou. When the bayou flooded, so did our street. The muddy waters brought in various slippery creatures. I remember counting froggy roadkill with my father, competing to find the most flattened skins (which were everywhere, like the greeny brown peels of some hideous fruit). Once, we found a turtle in our backyard, about the size of a melon. Every now and then, there was a news story about a confused dolphin who ended up in the bayou, washed in from the Gulf of Mexico.
I haven’t thought about the bayou and its slimy jewels for years. I think of it now because I am thinking about place, and the lives within a place, thanks to Corinna Cook’s stunning debut collection of essays, Leavetakings. She writes about her native Alaska, exploring its environment, geography, and history. The collection brims with intellect and lyricism, as Cook writes about climate change, salmon fisheries, Native Alaskan funeral rites, bread-making, aging parents, complex friendships, and much more. Cook’s ferocious curiosity and poetic precision makes this collection a remarkable contribution to ecological nonfiction.
Deftly shifting between micro and macro, Cook is equally comfortable detailing a fish’s guts as she is entire swathes of landscapes. Here, she describes slicing open a salmon:
Razor cut after razor cut, the seduction was in the play between precision and ease of motion, in the light resistance at the top of the cut that would then yield like butter. Packed tight between flaps of splayed bellyskin lay the eggs, their mass of tangy, swollen globes as orange as embers. Scoping them along the length of each fish, my fingers would comb past still-beating hearts, past pale-gray sacs of stomach, past livers rich like chocolate.
This photographic exploration brings to mind that greatest of fish observers, Elizabeth Bishop, in her poem “The Fish.” And yet Cook can go sweeping, too. In the book’s opening essay, “Traverse,” Cook is driving from Alaska down to Missouri, a good 4,000 miles. She writes, “It is this simple. I am crossing the continent to look at the shape of it.” Later, she applies that poetic eye to highway road systems. She says, “If roads are like a fabric upon the land, its weave is all knotted up in metropolitan areas. Where the mesh is loose, the land shows through.” Cook can do both bird’s eye view and what I’ll call bird’s beak view, as she both soars above and nibbles the very worm.
Leavetakings is split into four sections: “Inland,” “Intertidal,” “Upriver,” and “At Sea.” The first and longest essay, “A Traverse,” introduces the reader to some of Cook’s main questions: What is the relationship between land and industry? How do race and privilege shape who tells stories about that land? How does memory incorporate yearning, both towards specific beloved individuals and towards place? Furthermore, what are the feelings attached to each, when people exist so briefly, and a place evolves over eons of time?
These are big questions, thoughtfully unspooled throughout the course of the book. Metaphor is one of Cook's primary tools in these explorations, as her images are balletic, full of agile comparisons. For example, the impetus for “Fluid Places” is a photograph displayed in the Alaska State Museum. The photographer is seated in a kayak that runs directly perpendicular to the shoreline. Cook posits that the kayak creates a vertical y-axis in the image, while the shoreline cuts horizontally across to make an x-axis. She uses this mathematical interpretation to argue,
The x-y axis...recalls a literary theory. Were we to chart this essay...we’d chart narrative along the x axis, expressing actions and events as values of x. And we’d plot ideas vertically, expressing insights as values of y. Therefore, if this museum photograph were a literary graph of events and ideas, we might say that silhouetted shoreline happens, and that the kayak and contrail think.
The reader must first understand the photo as an x-y axis and then as the relationship between events and thinking about events. Cook then turns the wonderful corkscrew of metaphor one more time. She writes, “How easy, thinks the eye that has always loved algebra and the predictability of the x-y axis. How easy, thinks the eye, overlooking the composition’s similarity to crosshairs.” This is yet another interpretation of the original photograph. The speed at which Cook introduces images and meaning teeters just on the right side of bewildering, as the essay feels like a gorgeous flipbook of metaphors.
Cook’s next book project is ekphrastic essays, and one can see her talent for ekphrasis in this collection, as evidenced by “Fluid Places,” which does so much with one photograph. I keep thinking about Cook’s eye and the sharp poetry she applies to environmental and geographic concerns. One image in the collection acts as a kind of ars poetica, explaining the threads of Cook’s interests. In “A Traverse,” she describes visiting a mining site in an Alaskan village. She watches construction workers nail wooden wings to heavy objects due to be airlifted by helicopter, one of them an outhouse. She writes, “With its fresh plywood wings, the outhouse rose into the air straight and true...Whoever made those wings even painted them with a few black curves to suggest wing feathers.”
Cook then states that in her early twenties, she changed professional directions. Rather than working in environmental policy, she began to pursue the arts. She writes,
In the arts I sought a more roundabout inquiry...I began a search – one that continues – for a kind of ethnography capable of mapping the odd mixture of humor and holiness and love and irony that moves a person to paint wing feathers on plywood so that bound across the tundra, a shithouse will fly straight.