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Alarmed by the loss of species around the world, the celebrated naturalist--winner of biology's highest honors and two Pulitzer Prizes--has become an ecological Paul Revere. "The loss of biodiversity," he is fond of saying, "is the folly our descendants are least likely to forgive...
...Pliny pattern persists. The scientific side of the observer's mind demands objective evidence, as the great naturalist usually did; but the brain's mythopoeic, magic-thinking side is lured to marvels--to alchemy, to spells, to bat people on the moon or aliens on other planets. Can these matters be addressed with a whole mind? Can the two instincts of the brain--Einstein and Elvis-sighting--be made to fit together like compatible spoons...
FROM 1979 TO 1986 I WORKED AS A NATUralist guide in the Galapagos Islands. Back in the old days, lobster was plentiful, and we could snorkel at night to provide people with the delicacy for lunch or dinner. Sea cucumbers were not harvested but merely pointed out to underwater enthusiasts as part of the unique marine world of the islands. The 16 species of shark were regarded with passing awe, as they are among the shiest of Galapagos wildlife...
When the sea-cucumber season began in October 1994, things quickly got out of hand. Dozens of fishing boats appeared, drawn by the high price the sluglike creatures fetch in Asia. According to Jack Grove, a Florida-based naturalist and photographer and founder of the nonprofit group Conservation Network International, many fishermen bought their registrations on the black market. By December, park officials estimated, as many as 7 million sea cucumbers had been harvested, far more than the authorized limit of 550,000. There are reports that boats coming to collect the sea cucumbers arrive with prostitutes and drugs from...
...hard to imagine a less overtly political poet than Heaney, 56, or one who has more thoroughly purged his language of the commonplace and banal. "Poetry is more a threshold than a path," he once wrote. From his first published volume, Death of a Naturalist (1966), onward, he has produced intense, lyrical works that seem suspended between contradictions--life and death, joy and grief, memory and loss. His imagery is radical, in the true, etymological sense of that word: "The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap/ Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge/ Through living...