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SHORTLISTED FOR THE SAMUEL JOHNSON PRIZE 2015
Landmarks is Robert Macfarlane's joyous meditation on words, landscape and the relationship between the two.
Words are grained into our landscapes, and landscapes are grained into our words. Landmarks is about the power of language to shape our sense of place. It is a field guide to the literature of nature, and a glossary containing thousands of remarkable words used in England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales to describe land, nature and weather. Travelling from Cumbria to the Cairngorms, and exploring the landscapes of Roger Deakin, J. A. Baker, Nan Shepherd and others, Robert Macfarlane shows that language, well used, is a keen way of knowing landscape, and a vital means of coming to love it.
Praise for Robert Macfarlane:
'He has a poet's eye and a prose style that will make many a novelist burn with envy' John Banville, Observer
"I'll read anything Macfarlane writes" David Mitchell, Independent
'Every movement needs stars. In [Macfarlane] we surely have one, burning brighter with each book.' Telegraph '[Macfarlane] is a godfather of a cultural moment' Sunday Times
448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2015

“Words act as compass; place-speech serves literally to en-chant the land—to sing it back into being, and to sing one’s being back into it.”
“Without a name made in our mouths, an animal or a place struggles to find purchase in our minds or our hearts.”
“Distance enables miracles of scrutiny; remoteness is a medium of clarification. I am, and have been for as long as I know, north-minded: drawn to high latitudes and high altitudes.”
“I have had such pleasure meeting them, these words: migrant birds, arriving from distant places with story and metaphor caught in their feathers.”
“The inestimate value of the instant is proved by its perishability.”
“There are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation, and of which words offer only a remote echo—or to which silence is by far the best response. Nature does not name itself. Granite does not self-identify as igneous. Light has no grammar. Language is always late for its subject. Sometimes on the top of a mountain I just say ‘Wow.'”
'There are experiences of landscape that will always resist articulation, and of which words offer only a remote echo - or to which silence is by far the best response. Nature does not self-identify as igneous. Light has no grammar. Language is always late for its subject. Sometimes on the top of a mountain I just say, 'Wow.'' p.10