True confession. I never wanted to read Lab Girl when it first came out because I am phobic about needles and by word association I think of triage when the word lab comes up. Growing up, I visited chemistry labs on many occasions because my dad worked at a pharmaceutical company for his entire career. I grew up fascinated with chemistry sets- making volcanoes out of kitchen products, looking under a microscope, and later when I advanced to high school chemistry classes, identifying esters and their smells and equations. I never thought of lab girl taking place in a chemistry or biology lab because, sadly, renown female scientists are still a rarity. For a bonus word in my summer scrabble challenge, I drew the word “hop” and Lab Girl was the first book to come up when I typed “hop” into my search. When I saw that this best selling memoir was about plants, and not the medicine (for the most part), I decided to read about a decorated female scientist.
Hope Jahren grew up in rural Minnesota, the youngest child and only daughter in her family. Among her fondest memories were following her father to his chemistry lab, where he taught at a community college. It was her responsibility to prep equipment before class and, if she was lucky, to run a few experiments for herself. When it was time for college, Hope attended the University of Minnesota, first as a literature major, but then switched to paleo-biology. Although she can quote Dickens and Beckett from memory, Hope realized that her place was in a science lab. In addition to her memories of attending her father’s chemistry classes, Hope was drawn to the study of genetics and of plants, specifically the tree that grew outside of her family’s home. After graduating from Minnesota, she moved cross country to Berkeley to peruse a PhD in paleobotany, the field that she felt she was born to study.
Jahren must be a prolific teacher in the classroom because she makes the study of plants sound fascinating. She has spent her career charting carbon isotopes of plants all over the world to find patterns in growth in order for us to save the world from itself. Jahren’s research has taken her from Georgia Tech to John’s Hopkins to the University of Hawaii and now to Oslo, Norway. Since being a graduate instructor at Berkeley, Jahren has been assisted by her counterpart, or, in her words, soul mate, Bill Hagopian. An Armenian who spent most of his adolescence living in a hole in his parents’ backyard, Bill was born to study paleobotany. While not the renown scientist that Hope is, Bill can ably run a lab at all hours of the night, dissemble fancy equipment and transport it cross country, and relate to students in a way that Hope sometimes cannot. The two make up the perfect team of yin and yang and the memories that focus on Bill are among the most humorous of the book. I would read his memoir too, but, Hope points out, she is the one who takes copious notes and writes, whereas he is her partner and foil in research, in essence a soul mate.
Jahren adeptly balances her personal and professional life during the course of the memoir. Readers go from hearing humorous stories about a class field trip to the Monkey Jungle in Miami leading to the Jahren Lab’s nickname to being fascinated by knowing that a hackberry seed is made out of opal. With my birthstone being opal, I was captivated by this section. Hope and Bill have charted trees along the Mississippi and seen why they don’t sweat in the summer whereas people do. They have spent summers in the Canadian Arctic measuring the age of glaciers and carbon dating, and have researched variations of plant life in southwestern Ireland. Although she has done more in her professional life than most, Jahren was not taken seriously by the old boys network until she started a family. It was at that point that she was not viewed as complete threat and began to earn grants, having earned at this point three Fulbright grants over the course of her career. The Monkey Jungle might be low budget and subsist on snickers bars and twenty four hour shifts, but it is a well oiled machine that studied the world of plants and noted how they are vital to maintain the earth.
I regret waiting as long as I have to read Lab Girl. In Hope Jahren I have found a kindred spirit who grew up with a scientific minded father and literature loving mother. Today she is an example of a well balanced renaissance woman, continuing her research at the University of Oslo, Norway, Bill continuing their partnership after all these years. This spring Jahren has come out with a second book about where we go from here to preserve plant life to sustain the planet. Needless to say, I will not be waiting as long to read this one as I now know that Hope Jahren studies plants, not medicine.
🧪🔬 4+ 👩🔬 stars