Novella Carpenter

I have been a vegetarian at least half of my life and a vegan during several periods. A book about a woman who raises rabbits, chickens and pigs in the backyard of her apartment building so that she can kill them and eat them should not appeal to me. And yet it does. The wonderful thing about Novella Carpenter is her focus on knowing where our food comes from. We have gotten so far away from the death and associated processing required to get meat on our table, that we have lost sight of how show more inhumane and ugly the process has become. As a result, we no longer respect the animals that give their lives so that we can eat. Novella's writing is humorous and engaging and I found myself enjoying this book much more than I thought I would when I first picked it up. Thank you to Santa Thing for bringing this book to my door! show less

This was not the book I expected to read as a followup to Farm City, but I really enjoyed it. Farm City is a book about scratching an urban farm out of an abandoned lot and Novella's journey as a farmer and a food activist.

This book is an even more personal history, an exploration of how family shapes each person in it, and what happens when the quest for fertility becomes an internal, rather than external focus. I found it moving, and deeply interesting as a chronicle of the generation show more after back-to-the-land. Also, as a blog reader, it was really good to know what happened with the goats.

My copy provided by Edelweiss. show less

A few pages into chapter one I was already chuckling. I consider this a sign of a good memoir – particularly in the case of farming memoirs because in farming, as in so many other parts of life, if you can't keep your sense of humor you're doomed because failures large and small lurk around every corner.

Novella and boyfriend Bill moved to a particularly run-down neighborhood in the crime-ridden and generally run-down city of Oakland, California from Seattle, where they had attended show more college. In Seattle, which is generally pretty urban farming-friendly, their chickens had roamed the streets with impunity. In gritty Oakland, the sight of her chickens, ducks, turkeys, and eventually even pigs, taking off down the street towards the very near freeway was far more novel.

As with any agricultural enterprise, there are setbacks aplenty: urban predator animals, complaining neighbors, poultry taking flight to reside at the nearby Lake Merritt nature preserve, lack of a pickup truck for transporting manure and pigs, the impending destruction of the squat garden (“Condos, right here. Three months,” says the lot's rightful owner), the death of her queen bee and the subsequent swarm of her hive, to name but a few. But Novella pushes on and has as many triumphs as failures: she gets one-on-one lessons in charcuterie from the owner-chef of one of the city's finest restaurants, she serves the best Thanksgiving turkey ever grown in the Oakland city limits, she survives a month of eating only what she can grow in her back yard and squat lot, she makes friends and converts left and right, and learns ineffable life lessons from the lives and deaths of her plants and animals.

It's a fun read and very engaging. show less

Bloom where you're planted, even if it's in downtown Oakland surrounded by the ghetto. I loved the spunk of renting their apartment because of the huge lot next door, finding lumber for raised beds in the ubiquitous local garbage piles, and scavenging slops for the pigs amongst the dumpsters of Chinatown in the wee hours of the night. Now that is an enterprising way to put a garden together. Talk about DIY, re-purposing and finding uses for what others overlook. Talk about how to stretch out show more the tiny paycheck from a crappy job! Novella Carpenter, I make a glorious gesture sweeping off my imaginary hat to you.

This was so much more fun to read about than, say, the tale of a manicured lady who hires all the labor done and gets her tasteful landscaping on the Garden Tour.

Although I am an omnivore, I myself would probably be too squeamish for killing meat animals I'd raised myself. I know better. I would start out giving names and scratches and end up with pets instead of dinner. So I really have to give points for being able to carry through with the project.

Loved the humor, loved her story, loved hearing about the neighbors and how she befriended the restaurant chef and learned the old-school ways of making pig carcass into salami and prosciutto. Now I want to start a squat garden on a vacant lot and invite all the neighbors to play Community Garden with me. show less