This past week I finished reading In This House of Brede by Rumer Godden, which is my Classics Club Spin book and my 12th for The 20 Books of Summer. I’ll be reviewing it next weekend. I’m so glad I read it.
My other book finished this past week (#13) was nonfiction, The Uninhabitable Earth: Life after Warming by David Wallace-Wells, published in 2019. Each month Booklist magazine features round-ups of acclaimed titles on a given subject. In July the selection was climate-change fiction and climate-change nonfiction. So this starred nonfiction title mesmerized me the minute I started reading it. And yes, as reviewers will tell you, it is a terrifying read. We think we know about climate change and the dreaded events in our future that are already starting to happen. We think we do. But we don’t. Because the media, both on the left and the right, are subject to scientists’ “climate reticence.” Scientists have been so bashed by the media, so derided as being doomsday alarmists, etc., that they largely have scaled back what they will report to the media. But what they research, and what they say amongst themselves, in thousands of scientific peer-reviewed newsletters and research journals, is pretty horrifying. Go to the source! And that’s what journalist David Wallace-Wells has been doing for decades. An incredible one-third of his book is annotated footnotes and references for all of us to probe. The New York Times declared that The Uninhabitable Earth is doing for climate change what Rachel Carson did for pesticides in Silent Spring.
Wallace-Wells never says we are doomed. He keeps showing us, with facts and statistics, why we are already very late in the game, and why we must move forward immediately. It is fascinating reading, will provoke anxiety and, yes, horror, but frankly, I would rather know what scientists are thinking and researching than be ignorant about the future of the planet, which we surely are if we only watch the evening news and read the newspaper. We think we’re well-informed, and fool that I am, I thought I was (damn it!), but I was not. By the way, only 223 pages of text, not counting the scads of eye-opening footnotes. A must-read, and a quick one.