COMING INTO THE COUNTRY

Alaska: the last frontier, a land of insulated stalwarts, climatic exigencies, and nineteen streams named Salmon. McPhee's deftly stratified report, written with a strong sense of place, includes a river trip with assorted "ecomorphs," short flights with the factious capital search committee, and a nonpareil section on town folk and people of the bush. Townspeople come from Pennsylvania or Texas or South Dakota, repudiating less worthy lifestyles. Those in the bush, a prickly, competitive lot, grow or catch most of their food, make their own clothes, and tacitly vie for Most Independent. Anchorage is indistinguishable from Albuquerque ("You can smell the greed in the air"); Sierra Club types are less popular than grizzlies; and lately a synonym for native is stockholder. More significant than the petty rivalries and personal histories are resident conflicts over rights—development, conservation, individual enterprise—which are reminiscent of the rancher/ farmer tensions of pioneer days and will ultimately determine the future of the landscape. As in his other books, McPhee's seemingly effortless work is a polished composition which replaces stereotypes with cross-hatched figures and allows the odd detail, the offhand remark to enlarge the scene. Flecked with irony, written with rhythm and style—and more than the sum of its parts.