Review: The Great Black Swamp

Cover image of "The Great Black Swamp" by Patrick Wensick

The Great Black Swamp

The Great Black Swamp, Patrick Wensick. Belt Publishing (ISBN: 9781540270108) 2025.

Summary: The swamp lands of northwest Ohio, their drainage and agricultural development, and toxic algae blooms.

I spent four years of my life driving back and forth across what was once known as the Great Black Swamp in northwest Ohio. It is probably the flattest place on earth. One of the towns in the heart of it, Bowling Green, reflects that flatness while ironically actually having a man-made hill that may be the highest point of the area! During growing season, as far as the eye can see, are fields of corn and soybeans growing in some of the richest soil (at least at one time) in the country. Usually, all that separated you from those fields when you drove on county roads were drainage ditches. In fact, those ditches are a major actor in the story Patrick Wensick tells. They served to drain nearly impenetrable swamp land that was subsequently cleared for those farms.

The occasion for Wensink’s book was the 2014 toxic algae bloom in western Lake Erie that rendered the city of Toledo’s water supply undrinkable for three days. A glass of the water could make you very sick or kill you. He describes the no-nonsense way of coping with this environmental disaster on the part of the people that typifies northwest Ohio culture. Those he interviewed didn’t think of it as that big of a deal.

So, he sets out to understand what led to the disaster. As it turns out, those swamps acted as a huge filtration system that kept Lake Erie clean. They also kept people out for a long time. The region was mosquito and malaria-ridden. The mortality rate of early settlers was high. Not only that, without adequate drainage, the first road through the region was a quagmire.

Then, a former ditchdigger with machine shop experienced invented a machine that changed everything. James B. Hill invented and prototyped the first automated ditch digging machine in 1893. The Buckeye Traction Ditcher changed the face of northwest Ohio. Clearing the trees fed a lumber industry around which a number of small towns sprang up, including the author’s home town of Deshler. (Wensick even devotes a chapter to the town’s history including a girl’s poster saying “bring us together” that Richard Nnixon and campaign aides saw on a whistlestop in the town and used to turn around his 1968 presidential campaign.)

He traces the agricultural history, including the high-yield production technology that defined the region. But it was also that technology, including fertilizers with nitrogen and phosphorus that led to Lake Erie’s algal blooms. During heavy rains, runoff went into those drainage ditches, all part of the Maumee River watershed, flowing into Lake Erie in Toledo. And the disappearance of all those swamps meant the loss of a filtration system.

Wensink tells that story through onsite interviews with everyone from Toledoans hanging out at Tony Packo’s to the conservation manager for the Black Swamp Conservancy. The latter is an effort to restore swamp habitats throughout the region. At this point, the effort is small. It does not make an appreciable difference in Lake Erie. But places like Bell Woods serve as learning labs for understanding swamp ecosystems. Wensick comes ill-prepared for the mucky and buggy landscape. He also frames much of the narrative with The Story of the Great Black Swamp, a VHS recording of a public television production narrated by Glen Colerider. He found the tape in the library at Bowling Green State university, where he did much of his research.

The account is highly readable, more memoir than dry history. However, as memoir, he also makes the choice to weave in the deterioration of his marriage during his research. The subtitle actually parallels toxic algae and toxic relationships. I wonder about the choice to include this, which I felt distracted from the interesting story he tells about northwest Ohio. Much as this might foster a connection with the author, I just didn’t think it added to his fascinating account.

After describing cuts to environmental efforts at the beginning of the current administration, he concludes with one more visit to the largest remnant of the Black Swamp. Better prepared, he visits Forrest Woods Nature Preserve outside of Defiance, Ohio. He helps dig trenches for a salamander fence, to help monitor the health of the population. A water-covered depression called “The Bowl” is the closest approximation to what the Swamp was like. Implicitly, he ends on a hopeful note, describing the slow, methodical work being done to restore habitats.

All in all, it’s a fascinating narrative combining history and science reporting with eyewitness accounts. It brought new understanding to me, having lived in and traveled this country. But more than this, it helps us understand a problem far more widespread than just the Lake Erie watershed. These blooms occur throughout the world, coinciding in many cases with the drainage of wetlands and swamplands. It gestures toward a way forward, if we act on our understanding of these ecosystems.

The Weekly Wrap: October 11-17

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The Weekly Wrap: October 11-17

Ohio Authors

Toni Morrison, R.L. Stine, Sherwood Anderson, James Thurber, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Mary Oliver, Zane Gray, Hanif Abdurraqib, Anthony Doerr, and Ernie Cline. These are just a few of the authors who come from Ohio.

So why do I focus on Ohio authors? Because I have lived my life in the Buckeye State. If nothing else, Ohio doesn’t get very much positive press. But it is a place with many booklovers. And we are proud of our authors.

Not only that, Ohio authors often write with a sense of their place. Many of us love our place with something of an inchoate sense. But writers from that place capture the place in words and give us words to love it. For example, Hanif Abdurraqib and Wil Haygood both capture something of the culture and history of my current home town of Columbus. Patrick Wensink, who grew up in northwest Ohio, where I lived for four years, evokes the character of that place in a book I will review next week.

Those are some of the reasons I love to review books from Ohio authors as well as books on Ohio. One of this week’s articles features a review of an author from Appalachian Ohio. So, if you are an Ohio author, I will give a request to review your book more attention than usual. And, wherever you live, I would encourage you to read the authors from that place.

Five Articles Worth Reading

This review of a new biography from the New York Times caught my attention. “When Edward Hopper Painted Lonely People, He Was Channeling America” explores how Hopper captured his time.

This review by Appalachian ohio author Madeleine ffitch (her preferred spelling) also caught my attention. “Good Villains Are Hard to Come By. This One’s Great” describes a Neo-Nazi type who gathers a growing following in the time and the efforts to resist her. The town, Avalon is likely loosely based on Athens, Ohio.

I’ve gotten the emails this article talks about. Most mention books I’ve never written and many clearly have been AI-generated. But real authors are being scammed as reported in “The Lucrative World of Literary Scams.” Yet another reason AI has no place in the world of book publishing.

Aryana Petrosky determined to apply the practices Miroslav Volf outlines in Excusion and Embrace while living at a L’Abri community. That is, she committed to (1) standing confidently, (2) opening one’s arms, and (3) patiently waiting for a complete embrace. In “Encountering the Other” she describes the challenges and fruit of pursuing these steps.

Finally, many of us were repulsed by the Secretary of War’s recent proposal to livestream an execution. But can you articulate why public executions are such a bad idea? “Alypius, Public Executions, and the Formation of Souls” discusses the harm to our souls such experiences wreak.

Quote of the Week

Eugene O’Neill was born on October 16, 1888. He observed:

“Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.”

His remark reminds me of what C.S. Lewis said: “If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”

Miscellaneous Musings

For years, I might get one or two views from China in a month, likely because of their information firewalls. Suddenly, I’ve started seeing numerous visits, sometimes almost as many as from the U.S. I suspect it’s their AI bots scraping my site. But if there are real people out there, welcome.

For some odd reason, I’ve had several bouts of cellulitis in my hands, easily cleared up each time by an antibiotic. Reading about it, I’ve learned that, untreated, it could turn into septicemia and kill me. Infections like this were once a major cause of death (and sadly still are in some places). It’s made reading The Age of Cures by Barry Werth all the more fascinating because it describes the research and the people and companies who brought us those antibiotics that have saved so many lives.

Finally, reviewing means I get and read the new Advent books early so I can publish reviews ahead of the season. The challenge is to set aside the actual season as one of preparing myself for Christ’s coming. For me, it means turning to other practices, or books acquired in past years.

Next Week’s Reviews

Monday: Elizabeth Strout, The Things We Never Say

Tuesday: Patrick Wensick, The Great Black Swamp

Wednesday: Heidi Ann Russell, Human Flourishing in a World of Trauma and Stress

Thursday: Barry Werth, The Age of Cures

Friday: Gayle Boss, All Creation Waits

So, that’s The Weekly Wrap for October 11-17.

Find past editions of The Weekly Wrap under The Weekly Wrap heading on this page.

Review: Early Autumn

Cover image of "Early Autumn" by Louis Bromfield

Early Autumn

Early Autumn, Louis Bromfield. Open Road Media (ISBN: 9781504073394) 2022, first published in 1926.

Summary: Olivia Pentland, in a loveless marriage in a rich old family, faces choices as the early autumn approaches when she turns 40.

I’ve long had an interest in Ohio-born author Louis Bromfield. Bromfield was a best-selling novelist in the 1920’s, winning the Pulitzer Prize for this work. In the 1938, he returned from Paris to his home town of Mansfield, Ohio, purchasing a worn out piece of farmland that he renamed Malabar Farm, building an elegant home that was the site of the wedding of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. I’ve toured the home, camped with Boy Scouts on the farm, and read two books on his early experiments with sustainable agriculture, Pleasant Valley and Malabar Farm. But until now, I’ve not read any of his fiction, which I suspect is largely neglected these days.

The story is set in the fictional town of Durham, Massachusetts at the estate of the Pentlands, a rich but declining old New England family. The central character is Olivia Pentland. Though Scotch-Irish and of a lower class, she had a dark beauty and her own wealth. As a young girl, a marriage to Anson Pentland appeared promising. Twenty years on, she found herself in a loveless marriage. Anson was in love with writing his family’s history but no longer slept with Olivia, Their daughter, Sybil was turning 18, their son and heir, John, was sickly, and the shadow of death hangs over this narrative.

The one person Olivia shares the deepest bond with is Anson’s father, John. He is still in many ways the family head at the Pentlands, even as Olivia makes the household work. His wife is still living, but confined to a wing of the home, having descended into insanity and cared for by Miss Egan, who is secretly having an affair with Higgins, their groom. While visiting his wife every day, John Pentland also has had a close companionship with Mrs. Soames.

During the summer before Olivia is to turn forty, John’s niece, Sabine Callendar and her daughter Therese have come for a visit, staying at a cottage owned by Michael O’Hara, an upstart Irish politician who has built a new estate nearby. Sabine represents the family scandal, having lived a libertine life in France. She is resented by Aunt Cassie, the family Puritan determined to maintain the rectitude and reputation of the Pentlands. But Sabine’s presence is the catalyst for Olivia to realize the confining character of her own life at Pentlands. The loveless marriage, the strictures of what’s appropriate, and the secrets lurking behind the pious appearances. Not only that, Olivia fears her daughter will inherit all this.

Not only that, Sabine brings Olivia together with Michael O’Hara. O’Hara had been riding horses with Sybil. When Olivia joins to discover his intentions, she learns his interest is in her, not the daughter. Through the summer, romance kindles between them. Meanwhile, she finds a bundle of letters revealing a family secret that will wreck the pretensions of the Pentlands. That includes Anson’s book. Then a young man arrives from France who had met Sybil during a visit and is seeking her hand. He’s a man of character and the two really love each other. But this won’t go down well with the Pentlands.

Things come to a head as autumn and Olivia’s birthday approaches. What will she do about O’Hara? About her daughter? About the messed up household of the Pentlands, which somehow has ended depending upon her? Among all those trying to influence and define her, she is confronted with what she wants in her life at this important juncture, and what kind of person she will be.

I liked the way Bromfield builds up to the crisis we all see is coming. In addition, in developing the character of Olivia, we come to appreciate her strength, quiet beauty, and deep sadness. The novel harks back to a different time, a blend (or clash?) of Regency, Victorian, and Continental sensibilities in a New England setting. Written a century after Jane Austen’s novels, I found it had more in common with these than more recent works. Perhaps that is why people aren’t reading Bromfield these days. But this is Bromfield at his best, and well worth the read.

My reviews of Bromfield’s non-fiction:

Pleasant Valley: https://bobonbooks.com/2015/10/08/review-pleasant-valley/

Malabar Farm: https://bobonbooks.com/2015/10/26/review-malabar-farm/

Review: Jazz Trash

Cover image of "Jazz Trash" by Michael S. Moore.

Jazz Trash

Jazz Trash, Michael S. Moore. Crumpled-paper.com (ISBN: 9798985928945) 2025.

Summary: Andrew, who cannot play the guitar, is chosen to play guitar for a group that explores the boundaries between jazz and noise.

Perhaps you were (or are) like me–a music fan who dreamed of playing in a rock band. Maybe lead guitar. But the only guitar you can play is an air guitar, and even that not very well. That’s Andrew as he walks to meet band members. He’d seen a poster like this one:

Postcard: “Wanted Guitarist who does not play guitar” from “Jazz Trash” © Michael S. Moore (part of book promo materials)

It turns out he is exactly who Dave and Phil are looking for. They are jazz musicians wanting to create a new kind of music. The fact that Andrew doesn’t even have a guitar and doesn’t know how to play makes him a prime candidate. At his audition in the pictured warehouse, they give him an old guitar and plug him into an amp. And then, on cue, he is to play, which really means making loud noise. Then Dave on bass and Phil on drums improvise behind him.

Andrew has no clue how he is doing. But Dave is ecstatic. This is just what Dave and Phil wanted. So, they make an audition tape to send to the Kit-Kat Club, the premiere jazz club in town. But the owner just doesn’t hear the magic, just the noise. But they get by with a little help from their friends.

Some are friends I’d met before in Moore’s first novel, Crumpled Paper, which I reviewed in 2023, calling it my “sleeper” of the year. Richard is the artist whose breakthrough with a series of “crumpled paper” works. His studio is upstairs in the warehouse from the group, which, after this disastrous mixtape, names themselves “Jazz Trash.” Richard not only sympathizes with the group. He takes them under his wing and arranges a gig at the Kit-Kat under their new name. But the owner pulls the plug as soon as Andrew hits his guitar. A chance to play at a private reception goes slightly longer before the police shut them down on a noise complaint.

Meanwhile, their circle of friends that gather at an artsy cafe, stick with them, Lulu, one of the servers, and Andrew have a budding friendship. Glenn, Richard’s volunteer manager, works his magic. Martha is taken up photographing another artist, Reginald, and his literally haunted house, which reminds her of a series of Nancy Drew mysteries. Yet, she helps with band pictures as Dave creates a music ‘zine to hype the group.

While all this is going on, everyone is working hard getting ready for the annual Art Walk. Reginald will debut new works and try to get free of his ghosts. Meanwhile, Richard will try to follow up on his previous successes, and the band will get what could be their last shot at his reception.

Like Crumpled Paper, Moore explores the world of artists in various media who try to break out of the boundaries of their art. So much is about getting that chance to find an appreciative public. But part of what makes this book so enjoyable is the ensemble of characters living in this artsy community, enjoying tea and good food and conversation in the cafe as they support each others’ efforts. It’s a pleasure to recommend this book by an Ohio author living in my home town! (And I can’t help but wonder if our Short North arts district and its monthly Gallery Hops served as his inspiration.)

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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a complimentary review copy of this book from the author.

Review: Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar: The Life and Times of a Caged Bird, Gene Andrew Jarrett. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 2022.

Summary: Perhaps the definitive biography of Paul Laurence Dunbar, one of the first African writers to achieve fame for his poetry and other writings.

On the sesquicentennial of the birth of Paul Laurence Dunbar (b. 1872), Princeton University published this extensively researched biography of a man who, arguably was one of the first great African-American poets and writers. Born of former slaves, including an alcoholic father who soon divorced his mother Mathilda, he was able to enroll in Dayton’s top high school when few African-Americans achieved more than an eighth grade education. A classmate of Orville Wright, being educated in a classically-oriented curriculum, he began writing, teaming up on several publishing efforts with Wright.

Dunbar gained the attention of influential men like James Whitcomb Riley and Frederick Douglas early on, giving him connections, the opportunities to read his poetry, and reviewing his books. This was a mixed blessing. Fellow Ohioan William Dean Howells praised an early collection of his poetry, bringing him wider notice of the literary public but also imposing the first of the “cages” Jarrett depicts that would trouble his brief, yet brilliant career.

Dialect poetry. Howells especially praised his dialect poetry, often around scenes of southern life pre- and post-Emancipation in the language and idioms people supposed Blacks to use. Throughout his career Dunbar composed poems both in formal English and dialect, the latter to satisfy the demand of the public. This also represented a larger struggle against the racial stereotypes that both shaped public taste and yet Dunbar strove to transcend. He wanted to be known simply as a great poet, not as a Black poet.

Poverty. While publishing his first collections and trying to cultivate connections who would help publicize his work, Dunbar struggled with lowly jobs such as an elevator operator in Dayton, earning a meager $4 a week while trying to help his mother. Poverty would be a cage against which he would struggle, shaping his efforts both in writing prodigiously for papers, periodicals, several musicals, one of the early Black librettists, as well as his book publishing efforts. This also necessitated relentless travel to readings, all while working at the Library of Congress, efforts detrimental to his health.

Alcoholism. Like his father, Dunbar drank increasingly throughout his life. On the one hand, it seemed to facilitate his composing, as when he turned out a school song for Tuskegee Institute on short notice and, increasingly hampered his readings when he turned up drunk. It also released violent tendencies exacerbating problems in an already troubled marriage.

A difficult marriage. Fellow writer Alice Ruth Moore came to his notice in a magazine article and they began writing, developing a deepening bond long before they met. At this time, as throughout his life, Dunbar had flirtations (and perhaps more) with a number of other woman. For this reason, she was slow to engage, and then to set a date for a wedding. Neither her parents nor Mathilda would give the couple their blessing (and Mathilda would occupy an unhealthy place in their eventual marriage). Jarrett covers at length Dunbar’s rape of Alice (when inebriated) during their engagement. Apparently she had physical injuries requiring medical attention and leave from work. It nearly broke the engagement. After several years of marriage, there was another violent incident, leading to permanent separation (though not divorce) during which she refused to respond to his attempts to apologize and reconcile. Dunbar, in declining health, purchased a home in Dayton. living with his mother.

Tuberculosis. Through most of his adult life, Dunbar was in frail health, frequently laid low by “colds” that signaled something more. Eventually, it became clear he was sick with what was then called “consumption” and is now known as tuberculosis. During his life, before the age of antibiotics, there wasn’t a cure. Dunbar even rationalized drinking as curative. A trip to Colorado brought a remission, but after his break with Alice, his condition worsened. All he could do was read and write. The end came in February of 1906, when he was but 33 years of age. He was buried in a different part of the same cemetery where his father was buried.

Jarrett not only covers the “cages” of Dunbar’s life but also how the caged bird sang. He traces his literary career, citing a number of poems. He traces Dunbar’s transition to writing several moderately successful novels as well as the previously mentioned musical collaborations. One wonders what Dunbar would have done had he lived longer or not faced the constraints he had. Yet were these constraints the very thing that drove and inspired Dunbar?

As a fellow Ohioan, I knew of Dunbar but welcome what is probably the definitive biography on Dunbar. Jarrett confirmed to me the extent of Dunbar’s greatness. He also confirmed me in his recognition of his and my favorite Dunbar poem, “We Wear the Mask,” and arguably one of his greatest, with which I will close:

Paul Laurence. Dunbar, “We Wear the Mask.” from The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. (New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, ) via Poetry Foundation

Review: A Little Devil in America

A Little Devil in America, Hanif Abdurraqib. New York: Random House, 2021.

Summary: A celebration of Black performance and its significance for Blacks in America.

Just over a year ago, I read a couple of Hanif Abdurraqib’s essays in an anthology of Columbus writers. Little did I realize how much I would encounter this Columbus writer’s name in the next year, culminating in his recent award of a MacArthur Fellowship (a five year, $625,000 grant) and this week’s award of the Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Nonfiction by the American Library Association for A Little Devil in America. He was born and grew up in the same city we moved to thirty-one years ago. If nothing else, it’s exciting to see an Ohio author from Columbus do so well!

This is an extraordinary book. It’s major subject is a survey of black performance in many genres from dance to magic to music. The title is drawn from a statement by Josephine Baker, who by 1963 had danced across the stages of the world. Speaking at the March on Washington, she proclaimed, “I was a devil in other countries, and I was a little devil in America, too.” The statement speaks of the passionate, celebratory, and resistant character of Black performance.

Abdurraqib takes us through this history with chapters reflected well-researched descriptions of performers from the dance marathons of the ’20’s and the 30’s through to Don Cornelius’s Soul Train and how in Black neighborhoods across the land, young men and women danced, desired and sometimes found and sometimes lost love. In later chapters, he projects that forward to the clubs and masses of bodies moving together to the music.

Then there is Aretha. He looks back from her funeral to the film Amazing Grace and the short distance “between soul music and music of the soul.” One of the most riveting stories is that of Merry Clayton, who recorded the background vocals on the Rolling Stones’ Gimme Shelter, even while very pregnant. The intensity in which she sings the words “Rape. Murder. It’s just a shot away” is something I never heard before reading Abdurraqib. I had to go back and listen to music I knew from my teens. I had never paid attention to what an extraordinary singer she was. Abdurraqib chronicles her efforts to move from the background to a solo career that never took off. But he also draws us into that moment, the third time she repeats the word “murder” in a “voice cracking howl”–no longer just fear, but anger, and even glee.

He takes us through the rivalry between Joe Tex and James Brown, the inability of Whitney Houston to dance and how Beyonce, a supporting act to Coldplay steals the show and owns the Super Bowl and makes a powerful Black power statement remembering the Black Panthers. Then there is the incomparable Michael Jackson, and Abdurraqib’s own miserable attempt to “moonwalk.”

He moves between the famous and the marginalized. We learn of Ellen Armstrong, a black female magician, and William Henry Lane, who out-danced the white performer John Diamond. Lane, under the stage name, Master Juba, wore blackface, perhaps a subtle or not so subtle criticism. He reflects on the actor Don Shirley, and the movie he wishes could be made where no Black suffers, where they simply live. He remembers fellow Columbus native Buster Douglas’s stunning defeat of Mike Tyson twenty-eight days after his mother’s death–and how he could see the change in the eyes of a man who no longer feared.

Abdurraqib dedicates the book to Josephine Baker and the book’s central chapter focuses on her extraordinary dancing career–the vaudeville performer who flees to France, first entertaining Black servicemen in World War I and then making it her performing home, and using her talent and celebrity to act as a spy in World War II. Abdurraqib reflects on his own departure and return to Columbus as he traces Baker’s return to the U. S. Each section begins with “On Times I Have Forced Myself to Dance,” most of which reflect Abdurraqib’s poetry slam experience, having the feel of spoken word performance.

He moves seamlessly between profiles of performers and his varied life experiences. He reveals the kind of Black performance that goes on every day, whether in a game of spades or “beef” and the thin line that often runs between love and hate, closeness and violence, and the possibility that it could all end, as it had with so many friends. The book captures the range of emotion from exuberant joy to rage, from soulful hope to the gritty resistance that runs through both Black performance and Black life in America. There is the apprehension of the sweetness of life and love, made all the more so because it can be snuffed out in a moment and that “no job can stop a bullet.”