Reviews Richard Louv writes in the introduction, “A growing body of scientific evidence strongly suggests that all of us are starved for nature time” and that spending time outdoors is a central part of healthy living (as proof of that, look no further than North Portland’s new Randall Children’s Hospital on the Emanuel campus, which provides outdoors spaces and plants and trees for patients precisely for their therapeutic benefits).The new edition also contains several walks and essays focused on green infrastructure,which has become a much moreprominentpartof thecity’sbuiltenvironment .A stroll down North Mississippi Avenue can be a lesson in stormwater management, nicely leavened by the thriving food-drinkand -shopping scene. It should be noted that the new edition of the book was supported financially by seemingly every government agency in town with an interest in this subject,from Portland’s Bureau of Environmental Services to the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service. Many critics of the region’s governmental establishment will no doubt look with suspicion at the values trumpeted in this book. But for readers who simply want a fuller appreciation of what they are seeing as they amble along the Willamette or march determinedly to the top of Mt. Tabor, Wild in the City will be a valuable guide for years to come — until the third edition, no doubt. Jeff Mapes Portland, Oregon Light on the Devils: Coming of Age on the Klamath by Louise Wagenknecht Oregon State University Press, Corvallis, 2011. Illustrations, bibliography. 232 pages. $19.95 paper. Light on the Devils is a memoir set in the remote timber town of Happy Camp, California, in the early 1960s. The book will appeal to readers interested in the history of the Northwest timber industry and particularly in the role of the U.S.Forest Service.The author’s stepfather was a Forest Service forester who vigorously practiced the ethic of scientific “sustained yield”forestry, and who spent his career liquidating the last big tracts of old-growth Douglas fir forest in the Pacific Northwest (pp. 180–81). As Wagenknecht recounts, even her stepfather had his doubts about sustained-yield forestry in the end (pp. 210–11). Her tale is animated by the tension between her early,naïve belief in the rightness and goodness of her way of life,which was dependent on the timber industry,and the dawning realization that she and her close-knit community inhabited a vanishing reality. She begins the book with an essay called “Where it Ended,” an account of the suicide of a man she knew in high school, an outof -work millhand whose wife had left him. This dramatic scene sets up what I took to be the book’s premise: that the implosion of the timber economy was responsible for the man’s death. So I was expecting some sort of hardhitting exposé. To my relief, what emerged instead was a tender, funny autobiography of a bookish, unconsciously charming tomboy, a family-challenged eldest girl perfectly at home in the woods and less at ease in the befuddling thickets of domestic tension and the high school caste system. The first chapter, then, strikes a major false note. It is a cliché — private-tragedy-asmetaphor -for-social-decline is an overworked trope,especiallyinthiscontext.Moreimportant, Wagenknecht does not need it.Her own private perplexities, observations, and awakenings distill the larger story she is trying to tell. There are other rough spots, mostly occurring when Wagenknecht turns from her own experience and begins to explain things. She tells, for example, of a glorious solitary ramble through woods near her house. “My parents didn’t know exactly where I was,”she confides. “I hugged my knees, delighted.”She sits on the ground, “picking deerbrush twigs out of my OHQ vol. 113, no. 4 hair.”Then she writes:“Deerbrush (Ceanothus integerrimus) is a fast-growing,nitrogen-fixing deciduous shrub that can reach over six feet in height” (p. 57). The shift of voice is jarring. I pictured the adult author sitting at her computer , reaching for her field guide to check the spelling of the binomial. Fortunately, Wagenknecht does not abandon her storytelling voice for long.She lyrically depicts the astonishing...