E. O. Wilson turned 91 a few months ago. He kicked off his tenth decade writing — longhand — this collection of two dozen brief chapters about the ubiquity, weirdness, and wonder of ants, on which he is the leading authority.
He’s not romanticizing them. This isn’t “The Wisdom of Ants.” He warns at the outset that “[t]here is nothing I can even imagine in the lives of ants that we can or should emulate for our own betterment.”
Instead, you learn about ants’ violent mastery of our world in the stories he tells — or, re-tells, really; it definitely feels like this is a pocket collection of tales polished and told over his career. There are many thousands of ant species, occupying ecological niches all over the globe. They lunge, they bite, they sting, they march relentlessly onward, they attack other ant colonies, they enslave other species, and they do it all as a collective. What they don’t do is give up. (Ants have always horrified me, and this book confirms to me that horror is a rational response!)
The pleasures of this book, to me, aren’t really in the (nightmare) ants themselves. Rather, they’re in spending time with Dr. Wilson’s boundless curiosity, in imagining the fieldwork he describes, and in contemplating nature’s complexity and diversity.