I love Helen Macdonald’s writing, and I’m tempted to quote the last paragraph of her essay “Sex, Death and Mushrooms” right here, but instead, I’ll bait you with this bit:
Fungi force us to consider the limits of our understanding: Not everything fits easily into our systems of classification. The world might be, it turns out, too complicated for us to know.
And I guarantee the part about Charles Darwin’s daughter Henrietta will make you giggle, so check it out. The world under our feet is deserving of such wonder—and such wonderful writing.
