A Good Forrest for Dying


In the mid-1990s, David “Gypsy” Chain — “a stand-your-ground
kind of Texan” rather than a “blissed-out hippie” — campaigned alongside Earth First activists
fighting to save Northern California’s last stands of old-growth redwoods from the ravening saws
of Pacific Lumber. Chain’s struggle ended in September 1998, when an enraged lumberjack toppled
a 130-foot redwood tree — worth about $7,000 to Pacific Lumber — that hit the 24-year-old
protester, killing him instantly.

Using the Chain tragedy as a lens through which to record the acrimony,
escalating violence, and legal wranglings of the Humboldt County timber wars, Patrick Beach has
produced a complex and thrilling piece of narrative nonfiction. Beach, a newspaperman with the
Austin American-Statesman, captures his characters with simple, declarative language. “She
sat in her pickup and cried her makeup off,” he writes of Cindy Allsbrooks, Chain’s bereaved mother
whose struggles to give meaning to her son’s death dominate the narrative. Beach is especially
effective — and compassionate — in his treatment of the lumberjack whose alleged
negligence caused Chain’s death. The only true villain of A Good Forest for Dying is Pacific Lumber’s
absentee owner Charles Hurwitz — a Texas financier who raided the company’s pension fund
to service his ballooning junk bond debt.

If the story has a flaw, it’s hardly Beach’s fault: Allsbrooks’ suit
against Pacific Lumber settles at the 11th hour, robbing us of a climactic, perhaps cathartic,
courtroom showdown. But that seems a fitting reflection of the struggle between deep ecology and
corporate capitalism — an ongoing war of attrition devoid of satisfying outcomes.