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You can be optimistic without being uncritically positive. This doesn鈥檛 mean you don鈥檛 allow yourself to think about the range of real climate possibilities that are terrifying. I have those moments. I have those days and weeks. And, well, years. But I have learned to manage my climate grief with a framework that is equal parts optimism and action. Doom and Myopic Hope is a false binary. Optimism laced with truth and anger is simply the operational mindset for a world that requires us to assimilate so much climate tragedy while simultaneously working to prevent so much more. 

My friend Rebecca recently elbowed me into reading 鈥檚&苍产蝉辫;, a novel that perfectly conveys diverging generational responses to the climate crisis, with wit and beauty and a teensy bit of ageism (the adults are flabby and self-interested and grotesque). It tells the story of Evie, a clear-eyed but loving teen, trapped in a past-its-prime mansion of a summer house with her parents鈥� college friends and their children. The kids bond out of their mutual contempt for their moms and dads. Also, they have nothing else to do: their tech has been locked away in the safe for a Wet Hot Analog Summer. The young people, ranging in age from Evie鈥檚 adorable 9-year-old brother, Jack, to late teens, are repulsed by their perpetually sozzled, climate-window-of-opportunity squandering parents鈥攖he generation that failed to solve the crisis when it was manageable. When the apocalypse does indeed materialize, in the form of a storm and floodwaters and plague and downed everything, the children act. The parents take ecstasy.

I鈥檝e written before about how much I cower from climate fiction. The reality of the crisis is so much to bear that, at the end of the day, I just want to dunk my head in a Sally Rooney novel, where the drama plays out in a space no wider than a pint of Guinness. Who am I kidding, I just want to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine and listen to my kids rank their favorite characters (Gina/Rosa tie at the moment). This is all to say that reading A Children鈥檚 Bible took all the strength I had, plus Rebecca is a hard-ass and I didn鈥檛 want to disappoint. 

I was struck by how similar Millet鈥檚 apocalyptic vision was to what I picture on those days where I read too many ominous reports about freshly discovered methane leaks (another one? really?). There鈥檚 a comfort in seeing your worst fears committed to paper. What鈥檚 more, the novel rather perfectly conveys the two primary modes of climate response: Head in Sand and Get 鈥橢r Done. The parents are hollowed-out creatures, unable to live in a world that requires massive adaptation. The kids take the reins. 

Most of us sit somewhere in between. Not as cartoonishly culpable and incapable as the parents, nor as pragmatically efficient and adaptable as the kids. It鈥檚 not that the children are optimistic. It鈥檚 that they have no choice. 

The book spends mercifully little time on guilt and blame. The kids hate their parents because they鈥檙e useless Gen Xers, selfish narcissists, and bland hedonists. (And also because they, you know, destroyed the planet.) This is just what is.

For a nonfiction adult caught in the torpors of generational trauma over our inability to act, it鈥檚 best to take inspiration from the younger set. Not in a 鈥渢he kids will save us鈥� way, but in a 鈥渢he kids remind us to be adults鈥� way. To plow forth with angry optimism and courage and steadfastness. Millet practices what she proses, too鈥攕he works at the . Art and action.

I鈥檓 interested in the resilience part of it. If you鈥檝e grown up with climate uncertainty, you have always understood instability and adaptation. If you came to it midlife (like moi), there鈥檚 an understandable mourning for a life less existentially fraught. But then, allegro con brio, a get-the-heck-on-board reckoning comes. Millet鈥檚 adults are never capable of making that leap. The key to solving the crisis is that we need them to move.

All these ideas are ones I鈥檝e grappled with in bits and bobs, but thinking them through in this deft little story caused me to flip them around in new ways. Which is, I suppose, the point of literature. And yet I鈥檓 still not ready for The Overstory. Baby steps. 

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So many great comments. Everyone wants a solarpunk future. Here鈥檚 a mathy take from one of the most cleverly quirky brains I know. Writes Josh:

My solarpunk moment is learning about the angle about which many plants rotate their bud placement in order to have leaves coming out at an angle between 137-138 degrees. That means that each leaf is rotated about 137.5 degrees from the one above and below it. Engineers have  by mechanically looking to see how to maximize sunlight on each leaf. 

Basically, to me, this means the tree balconies (and solar panels) of our future buildings should probably embrace 137.5 instead of 90-degree construction.

Math nerds love this because , aka the golden ratio. You can make this ratio at home, such that two numbers a and b satisfy: a/(a+b) = a/b.

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