After Naming the Animals

After Naming the Animals exquisitely reveals the scale and magnitude of our collective knack for soiling our own nest. In a book by turns energizing, infuriating, mind-blowing, and devastating, Ungar’s superpower is her gift for language: “We’ve made a billion elephants’ worth of plastic,” and “Weep into your soup; under a third of birds / fly free — the rest, poultry” she quips. I found her insistent reminders that humans make up “a hundredth of a hundredth / of the living, .01%” and that atoms are “9,999 parts / empty space” weirdly reassuring. An eco-poetics virtuoso, Ungar’s infectious enthusiasm for ferruginous pygmy owls, tiny tarantulas, minute leaf chameleons, bumble bee bats, jaguars, and blue dragons with “six appendages / like six tiny headdresses for Cher” kept me agog and rapt. While inviting us to consider our perilous state, Ungar’s wide-eyed wonder and against-all-odds hope are, thankfully, contagious. —Martha Silano, author of Gravity Assist

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