Obi Kaufmann: Storytelling by “Field Atlas”
By Ilana DeBare
How many nature writers get to create an entirely new genre of book? Heck, how many writers of any sort get to create an entirely new genre?
Obi Kaufmann did—through publication over the last seven years of his “field atlas” series about California.
There are road atlases. There are field guides. But The California Field Atlas—his #1 Chronicle bestseller that launched the series in 2017—is both. And neither.
“It’s not a road atlas since I’m not telling you how to get anywhere,” Kaufmann said in an interview this spring. “It’s not a field guide since it’s not concerned with the where of things or the what of things.”

What is a “field atlas,” then, as Kaufmann defines it? It’s filled with art—watercolors of mountains and fish, birds and trees—but it’s also data-driven and thick with citations. It’s nature filtered through his impressionistic, big-picture sensibility.
It transcends the minutiae of species description to place our world in geological time that goes back hundreds of millions of years and is likely to go forward an equally long time, with or without humans.
“I want every page to drip with color and soul and offer a nugget of information you can be confident in,” he said.
Autographed copies of three of Kauffman’s most recent works—The Forests of California, The Deserts of California, and The Coasts of California, which together make up The California Lands Trilogy—are part of a Heyday Books nature book package that’s a prize in our upcoming Birdathon Auction.

Kaufmann, a resident of Oakland, fell in love with the natural world as a child in Danville. His father was an astrophysicist and his mother a social scientist, but his most significant teacher might have been Mount Diablo, where he spent countless hours wandering and exploring.
A Tolkien fan, he compares Mount Diablo to the Lonely Mountain, an isolated and unmistakable mountain that held great treasure (as well as a dragon) and was central to the plot of The Hobbit.
“Mount Diablo was my Lonely Mountain,” he said. “Sticking out like a thumb into the Central Valley, it’s its own world. It was my world. There I could find all the diversity my father found in his exploration of the universe.”…