“Downpour”comes to mind because the book is beaded and episodic, recording Sherrell’s hours and days as a young climate activist coming to grips with all the feelings. But the drops cohere in sheets with clear contours. I’ll paraphrase some:
Climate reality is ungraspable. Of course we distract ourselves. But we really shouldn’t.
There are global terrors and local mysteries, and we have to attend to both.
We have to organize, but not numb ourselves with management.
We have to mourn, but not become paralyzed.