Summary
From 2000 to 2010, River Selby was a wildland firefighter whose given name was Anastasia. This is a memoir of that time in their life—of Ana, the struggles she encountered, and the contours of what it meant to be female-bodied in a male-dominated profession.
By the time they were 19, Selby had been homeless, addicted to drugs, and sexually assaulted more than once. In a last-ditch effort to find direction, they applied to be a wildland firefighter. Soon immersed in the world of firefighting and its arcana—from specialized tools named for the fire pioneers who invented them, to the back-breaking labor of racing against time to create firebreaks—Selby began to find an internal balance. Then, after two years of ragtag contract firefighting, Selby joined an elite class of specially trained wildland firefighters known as hotshots.
Over the course of five fire seasons, Selby delves into the world of the people—almost entirely men—who risk their lives to fight and sometimes prevent wildfires. Marked out in a sea of machismo, Selby was simultaneously hyper visible and invisible, and Hotshot deftly parses the odd mix of camaraderie and rampant sexism they experienced on their fire crews, and how, when challenged, it resulted in a violent closing of ranks that excluded them from the work they'd come to love. Drawing on years of firsthand experience on the frontlines of fire, followed by years of research into the science and history of fire, Hotshot also reckons with our fraught stewardship of the land—how federal fire policy is maladapted to the realities of fire-prone landscapes and how it has led to ever more severe fire seasons.
Hotshot is a work of intimacy and authority, nimbly merging a personal journey of reinvention and self-acceptance with expert insight into the textured history of ecological systems and Indigenous land tending, the modern practices that have led to their imbalance, and the people who fight fire.
BookBrowse Review
Author River Selby was just 19 years old and at loose ends when a friend convinced them to apply for a job as a wildland firefighter. For the next seven years, they spent their summers on fire crews throughout the western United States: two years as a contract firefighter responsible for mopping up after an area burned through, four years as a hotshot (an elite firefighter who works in direct contact with active fires), and one year as part of a helicopter crew. Hotshot: A Life on Fire is a memoir of Selby's experiences from that part of their life, both on and off the fire line.
Selby's writing throughout is beautiful and engaging. Their first fire was the massive Viveash fire, near Pecos, New Mexico, in May and June 2000. More than a thousand firefighters and other personnel were assigned to put out a conflagration that started when a prescribed burn (one set deliberately to reduce flammable materials in the understory) got out of control. Selby describes their first experience of a burned area:
"The land around us was completely scorched; I’d seen nothing like it before. Bare, blackened trees with pointed, spindly limbs and black soil that felt strange underfoot, both spongy and brittle. The air smelled sweet and repellent, like a puttering campfire. Each footstep sent up clouds of dust and ash, coating everything, including my mouth and teeth, in fine grit, blackening my snot and saliva."
Selby's numerous close calls certainly send the reader’s pulse pounding, but their descriptions also emphasize the grime and drudgery that make up the bulk of a wildland firefighter's routine. They were often dispatched to a blaze for weeks at a time with little respite, sleeping on the ground, eating MREs, and remaining sweat- and soot-stained for the length of their deployment. They clearly illustrate that firefighting is far from glamorous work.
In addition to their personal experience of this life, Selby also discusses how fire suppression policies, combined with climate change, have caused fires to burn hotter and larger. For example, invasive species such as cheat grass are the first to move into the terrain created by current suppression techniques. This grass then dies early in the season, creating an enormous amount of fuel that wouldn't otherwise be present. They also write at length about how effectively Native nations managed the land, using fire as a tool to increase a forest's health, and how disruptive the arrival of European colonizers was to not only the peoples here but the environment as well. They delve into the histories of the Forest Service and forest fire management, as well as that of some of the larger burns that have impacted California in particular. One of the book's highlights is the author's ability to weave all this information into their narrative without allowing it to overwhelm or detract from their own story.
Selby's unflinching honesty also sets this memoir apart; they don't shy away from admitting to a life riddled with trauma. "I had been a tween and teenage runaway," they write, "a sex worker, and a survivor of violence." They were raped multiple times in their youth, abused drugs and alcohol, and struggled with bulimia. Even as part of the crew, they recount the many nights spent drinking heavily and sleeping with people they barely knew. When the author was part of the hotshot crew they identified as female, and as such they were subjected to levels of sexual harassment that most would consider completely unacceptable. They knew that to file a claim with HR would effectively end their employment, however, so they tolerated it until pushed to the breaking point. Merely threatening to report a fellow firefighter’s behavior caused enough negative reaction from the rest of the crew that they ultimately quit.
When not on a fire crew, much of Selby's energy was spent trying (and failing) to help their abusive, alcoholic mother live a less chaotic life. These chapters are at least as harrowing as the tensest scenes with the fire crew. The author realistically depicts their struggle to come to terms with the harm their mother has inflicted on them, although even at the book’s end one senses they continue to grapple with the long-term impacts of emotional abuse.
Hotshot reminded me in many ways of Cheryl Strayed's memoir, Wild, and I suspect fans of that book will enjoy this one as well. Like Wild, Hotshot depicts a vulnerable person at a crossroads in their life who takes on an incredibly difficult physical challenge. Selby's work is well-written, entertaining, and educational, and I highly recommend it for most audiences.
Book reviewed by Kim Kovacs
Beyond the Book:
The Pulaski
In Hotshot: A Life on Fire, author River Selby states more than once that their favorite firefighting tool is a Pulaski. The implement is similar to an axe one might use for chopping wood, but it terminates in a two-sided head, with an axe blade on one side and an adze or mattock on the other. (An adze is similar to a hoe, with the blade mounted perpendicularly to the handle, more appropriate for digging than cutting.) It's regularly used in all sorts of forest maintenance work, as the axe blade can chop through roots and downed logs while the adze blade can be employed to dislodge smaller debris and pull the hacked material out of the way.
The Pulaski has an interesting history, tracing its origins back to The Great Fire of 1910. Also known as The Big Blowup, the wildfire is thought to be one of the largest in U.S. history; an estimated 1,736 fires burning across Washington, Idaho, and Montana merged together, scorching some 3 million acres over just two days, August 20-21. It claimed the lives of 87 people, 78 of whom were firefighters.
Edward "Big Ed" Pulaski was one of the hundreds battling the blaze. At 42, the Ohioan had been a member of the Forest Service for just two years when the fire broke out. He was responsible for a crew of 45, working near Wallace, Idaho, when on August 20 the wind shifted, trapping them. What happened next is the stuff of legend. Relying on his knowledge of the area, Pulaski led his men through swirling ash and embers to an old mineshaft, the opening of which was just six feet high and five feet wide, and it only went back 250 feet. He stayed at the mouth of the tunnel protecting his men, urging them farther back into the cavern even while the fire began sucking the air out of it. The entire group soon passed out from a lack of oxygen. After a few hours the fire had burned past the mine, and the men started to regain consciousness. They expected to find Pulaski dead, but although he was badly injured, he was able to lead them back to Wallace (which had been destroyed by that time). He lost one eye, his lungs were permanently damaged, and he spent a month in the hospital recovering from severe burns, but he saved the lives of 39 of his men (one was killed by a falling tree on the way to the mine, the others succumbed to asphyxiation). The mine entrance is now known as The Pulaski Tunnel and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Pulaski went back to work as soon as he was released from the hospital, and in 1911 was approached by his supervisor, William G. Weigle, about creating a multipurpose firefighting tool that would combine a shovel, an axe, and an adze. Pulaski created several prototypes in his home blacksmithing shop, eventually dropping the shovel from the design. A final version was available by 1913, and by 1920 he’d convinced the Forest Service to issue the tool—already being called a Pulaski—to its firefighting crews; by 1936 it was standard issue equipment.
The Pulaski has changed very little since its creation; at some point the Forest Service modified the shape of the adze blade to improve its cutting ability, and the wooden handle is often replaced with plastic or fiberglass to make it lighter. Otherwise, it looks very similar to Pulaski's original design. His personal tool, with his initials etched into the side of the axe head, is on display at the Wallace District Mining Museum.
A Cal Guardsman practices with a Pulaski hand tool during hand crew training at Camp Roberts. Photo by Capt. Jason Sweeney, California National Guard, courtesy of Defense Visual Information Distribution Service. The appearance of U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) visual information does not imply or constitute DoD endorsement.