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Not long after finishing this book, it occurred to me walking to the train one morning that perhaps a better title could have been stolen from President Obama’s The Audacity of Hope, which is not to say that John McPhee mistitled the book. It is, in fact, about humans controlling nature. McPhee devotes the book’s three lengthy chapters to, respectively, a flood and river control project at the junction of the Atchafalaya and Mississippi Rivers in Louisiana, the effort to save an Icelandic town from an encroaching lava flow, and the tumbling down of the San Gabriel Mountains into Los Angeles and its many suburbs jammed up against the range. This subject could be incredibly boring, but McPhee’s avuncular prose (if your uncle was a witty and smart storyteller rather than the casual racist who seems to live for embarrassing the whole family at Thanksgiving) kept me engaged and wanting to know how each of these projects panned out. It’s no real spoiler to say that we humans were successful in diverting the Mississippi and cooling the lava and managing the crumbling mountains. The book is called The Control of Nature, after all. But what makes our works to direct nature against what it naturally will do so hopefully audacious is the underlying theme that McPhee and the people he writes about come back to over and over: we won this time, but nature always wins in the end. The Mississippi will someday break its manmade bounds; the lava will one day flow too high and too fast to stop; the rains will fall too hard one winter to keep the mountains from falling down on the city.