Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Now, this is my kind of book review. But it also sounds like my kind of book. Rarely do I read a review and want to go out and get the book right the hell now, but after reading about what's in it, and knowing plenty about the ongoing debate, that's how I feel.
This is one of the first books I've heard of that really delves into the one thing that undercuts environmentalism most effectively: the spirituality invading a scientific movement. Every time some "environmental" romantic writes about talking with the trees or communing with nature naked in the forest, all of us who want rational and productive measures to be taken suffer. Proponents of "clean coal" get to act like their idea isn't laughable because some guy in Berkely, California is camped out in a tree and talking to it, and who appears more sensible in that argument?
(I also like the review because the reviewer brings up Thoreau's place in "American mythology," which is becoming an important discipline to study....)