I can't believe there are only four reviews of this wonderful little book (about 140 small pages). I hope this fifth review convinces a few people to read this thoughtful treatise by an entomologist, who is also a father and, of course, a son. I mention that because those facts play brilliantly into this book.
The layers of his research and his own story slowly unfold through his essays, which each could stand alone but thread a really thought-provoking narrative of life, killing and the human place in our ecosystem. After a curious and very short prologue about a goldfish flopping around on a classroom floor ("what does it mean to own a living thing?" asked his seventh-grade science teacher), he ruminates beautifully on the many hours he has spent observing and appreciating grasshoppers, encouraging his readers to appreciate grasshoppers and all other living things for their own intrinsic value rather than as part of a larger ecosystem.
He then reveals that most of his grasshopper research has actually led very directly to ever more efficient ways to kill the insects en masse to protect grasslands for grazing livestock. He also explores, or rather glances upon, the intersection of science and religion with interesting conclusions, certainly to a science-loving atheist such as myself.
"The truths of science are the gateways to spiritual insight, and religious truths give meaning to the work of science."
Finally, the centerpiece of the book is his longest piece, a 30-page essay that draws parallels between his father's scientific work on the atomic project at Los Alamos before World War II and his own work annihilating grasshoppers.
"The war that is being played out in agriculture is a contest between humans and the natural world to defend our 'way of life' — our consumption patterns, our economy, our expectations of comfort and our demands for convenience. The enemy is the ideology of nature — the notions that resources are finite, that the future has value, that other species have inherent worth, and that the planet is sacred. The grasshopper is not the rancher's enemy any more than the Muscovite was my father's enemy."
Food for thought for sure.