All the
great land mammals are dying.
There were once birds the size of sheep. Pinnipeds used to be huge; walruses had tusks six feet long. Jackrabbits had feet like
two-by-fours. Armadillos were as
big as minivans. Now, they are all
dying off. African elephants are
going thirsty, having to dig wells in the dirt with their trunks to find
water. Bengal tigers are shot and
skinned. Polar bears are drowning. Imagine! The world’s largest carnivorous land mammal drowning, an
entire species drowned to extinction.
You know what’ll be the largest land carnivore after we’ve shot all the
tigers and drowned all the polar bears?
The grizzly bear. Which is
to say, some mornings I wake up before the alarm and just lie there and think
how I’m not sure I want to live in a world where the largest carnivorous land
mammal is the goddamn grizzly bear.
My boyfriend Peter tells me I have a sweet misunderstanding of the
theory of natural selection. But
then, he has also said that he finds my cartoon science very sexy.
My sister Gwen says it’s not so bad, living in a world where the largest land mammal is the grizzly bear. Largest carnivorous land mammal, I say. Okay, she says. She says since our mother killed herself—six months ago—I should start letting myself be comforted by the natural world. She says when I feel anxious I should ride my bicycle down to Ocean Beach and stand on the ruins of the Sutro Baths and look out at the water and imagine the dark silhouettes of blue and grey whales moving like submarines through the sea. She says I should be more like Peter, on his little research vessel out on the Bay dipping his measurement tools into the water, listening. She says if I let myself, I’ll be comforted by my smallness. But then, she has always been braver than I.
And as if that weren't enough to convince you of Claire's awesomeness, check out this shit on Granta. Claire also has a story forthcoming in The Hopkins Review and a nonfiction piece in Ploughshares. Also, she's a really nice person. Keep her name in your head. Trust me. Just do it.
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blowing up like the godfather!
Posted by: Mike Alber | March 09, 2009 at 09:33 PM
That what happens when you roll with Alber.
Posted by: Dan Wickett | March 10, 2009 at 09:36 AM
that's what *I* keep saying.
Posted by: Mike Alber | March 11, 2009 at 08:35 PM
all i ever got "rolling with alber" was syphilis. but, you know...antibiotics work wonders these days, so...
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Posted by: team HOBART | March 12, 2009 at 07:30 AM
e. how did you get your shoulders so square?
Posted by: bg | March 15, 2009 at 06:12 PM