![]() “I proceeded to ride down Telegraph Avenue, laughing out loud at the bees who tried to follow us amid the traffic,” she writes. Carpenter hurries over, picks up the humming box, and casually plops it into the front basket of her bicycle. A panicked postal employee calls, begging her to pick them up because they’re attracting other bees and “freaking everyone out.” Carpenter has purchased from a mail order company arrive at her post office in Oakland, Calif. I had a feeling I might like this memoir when I came upon on its first sentence, a gentle twist on the opening of Isak Dinesen’s “Out of Africa.” Here is Novella Carpenter: “I have a farm on a dead-end street in the ghetto.”īut I didn’t truly fall in love with “Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer” until I hit. ![]() ![]() ![]() You can read the first chapter of her book, linked from this NYTimes review! Books of The Times Living Off the Land, Surrounded by Asphalt Novella is killing two of our rabbits at her NYC book signing for Farm City. ![]()
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