There Was a River
The Southwest Berger sees is an unusual, even odd, place, with inhabitants that are just as strange. In this collection of essays he introduces us to people and places that define a region and a way of life. We meet eccentric desert dwellers like Cactus Pete, who claimed to have mapped the mountains of Venus long before NASA penetrated its clouds. We chart the canals of Phoenix, which have created a Martian landscape out of an irrigation system dating back to the ancient Hohokam; stay at a "wigwam" motel in Holbrook, whose kitsch appeals even to Hopis; and dim our lights for the International Dark-Sky Association's efforts to keep night skies safe for astronomy.
Focusing on the interaction of people with the environment, Berger reveals an original vision of the Southwest that encompasses both city and wilderness. In a concluding essay centering on the sale of his mother's estate in Phoenix, he concedes that "our intention to leave the desert alone has resulted, unwittingly, in loss after loss, simply by our being here." Sometimes there are losses—a canyon, a house—but Berger attunes us to the prodigies of change.
"His skilled language and extraordinary descriptions of this land of 'pink geology' will captivate readers, even those who have never traveled west of the Mississippi."—Publishers Weekly
"This book is not your run-of-the-mill psycho-spiritual babble of self-discovery in the desert. This is a book written by a real desert rat, for real desert rats. . . . Those who understand, or have an inkling they understand, will appreciate the soft intelligence and humor of this fine writer."—Desert Skies
"Berger is a talented writer who wrestles with the compromises we all make as desert city-dwellers."—Journal of Arizona History