PRAISE FOR WARMTH
Sherrells strikingly perceptive book is neither a prescription for hope nor for despair, but a call for a clear-eyed examination of one of the most pressing questions of our timewhat do we owe the next generation?
Jenny Offill, New York Times bestselling author of Weather and Dept. of Speculation
Beautifully rendered and bracingly honest, this book helped me do the impossible: live in the space between grief and hope.
Jenny Odell, New York Times bestselling author of How to Do Nothing
Searchingly honest, this fine book is the work of someone actively engaged in the most important fight of our time (maybe of all time), and also of a writer able to establish the necessary distance. Dan Sherrell is smart, obviously, but hes also something much more important: open, vulnerable, able to face fully that which we all must grapple with in this overheating century.
Bill McKibben, New York Times bestselling author of Falter
In this insiders account of the struggle for the earth against the forces of corporate greed that threaten it, Daniel Sherrell has written a tender letter to the uncertain futureat once intimate and angry, exasperated and brave.
Anne Boyer, Pulitzer Prizewinning author of The Undying
Little has been written that so vividly captures what it is like to be young and so very much alive in the wealthiest nation in the world as it comes undone. Daniel Sherrells Warmth is a groundbreaking work that illustrates how to fightemotionally, intellectually, physically, with all ones mightfor a future worth inhabiting.
Elizabeth Rush, author of Rising: Dispatches from the New American Shore
An urgent cri de coeur from a passionate and clear-eyed new talent.
Kim Stanley Robinson, New York Times bestselling author of The Ministry for the Future
[This book] speaks powerfully to all generations.... Impassioned, conflicted, dogged, poetic, hugely intelligent, Warmth is a personal meditation on how to act and grieve at the same time, how to keep faith and fight for the future as you watch it disappear.
Kim Mahood, author of Position Doubtful
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Daniel Sherrell is an organizer born in 1990. He helped lead the campaign to pass landmark climate justice legislation in New York and is the recipient of a Fulbright grant in creative nonfiction. Warmth is his first book.
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An earlier version of the chapter Correspondence was published as Hunters in the Snow in Passages North, No. 41, in 2019.
An earlier version of the chapter Fourth Movement was published as A World of Equal Weight in Grist in April 2021.
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Names: Sherrell, Daniel, author.
Title: Warmth: coming of age at the end of our world / Daniel Sherrell.
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Contents
PART I
Correspondence
On April 14, 2018, a civil rights lawyer named David Buckel burned himself alive in Prospect Park. He did it alone, just before sunrise, a brief illumination on a peripheral lawn. A cyclist found his body in a circle of char, though she had to pass by several times to be sure of what shed seen. Later, she told reporters: it was hard to make myself believe it.
The suicide was well planned, even courteous. Buckel had cleared a ring of dirt around himself to keep the flames from spreading. I apologize to you for the mess read a note found by the police in a shopping cart next to the scene. A longer letter had already been emailed out to the press. This was an early death by fossil fuel, it read. It reflects what we are doing to ourselves.
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I spent most of that day across town in Central Park. I remember it was gorgeous outside and the lakes were all crowded with rowboats, little schools of them flitting back and forth behind the curtain of the willows. I found a perch on top of a small hill and watched the loop road swell with people. Somewhere out of sight, a stoplight was releasing them in pulses: the tourists in their carriages, the cyclists, the loping Rollerbladers. They passed quickly and suddenly, then a beat of empty road, and then the unseen light changed once more, presumably, and the next wave came streaming past. The scene reminded me of a Bruegel painting Id first come across in a history textbook: a landscape of a village in winter, painted from atop a nearby hill. In it, you can see hunters and woodcutters going about their business, ice-skaters crisscrossing a pond, chimneys smoking in snow. According to the textbook, this painting was meant somehow to delineate the beginning of the Renaissance. As if all it took was a small vantage, the right flow of people, to funnel the whole historical watershed.
After a while, I fell asleep in the grass, and when I woke up the temperature had dropped and the picnics dissipated. The few people still out seemed in a hurry to get home. I walked back through the park toward the East Side, past the closing museums, past the expensive boutiques that mimicked the museums, single handbags underlit in glass display cases. Then down the stairs to the train, which I took back to the Bronx. It was only once I stepped into my darkened apartment that I saw the news from Prospect Park, glancing past it on my phone and then scrolling slowly back up, registering what Id read.