I am currently writing a novel, As Though There Were No Tomorrow, based on the life of a woman scientist who worked on the Manhattan Project.
Much of this novel is centered around her time at Hanford (Washington), as fuel for the world’s first atomic bomb is created.
My novel braids together upon this one landscape, known now as the Hanford Reach, stories we consider historical, juxtaposing this rational way of thinking about our past with knowledge that is more elusive: what we could know, if we paid better attention.
Who better to make this journey than a woman who helped create the Atom Bomb?
Where better to consider our relations within and interconnection with the natural world than in a sacred place, now flooded, a toxic waste preserve that because of its very toxicity in now wild and rich shrubbe steppe?