White Light: The Elemental Role of Phosphorus-in Our Cells, in Our Food, and in Our World - Hardcover

Lohmann, Jack

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593316614 ISBN 13: 9780593316610

Verlag: Random House Inc, 2025

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"At once lyrical and exacting, clear-sighted and deeply informed—a beautiful book." —Elizabeth Kolbert, author of Under a White Sky

A profound and poetic reflection on the cyclical nature of life, what happens when we break that cycle, and how to repair it—told through the fate of phosphorus

“There would be no life without constant death.” So begins Jack Lohmann’s remarkable debut, White Light, a mesmerizing swirl of ecology, geology, chemistry, history, agricultural science, investigative reporting, and the poetry of the natural world. Wherever life has roamed, its record is left in the sediment; over centuries, that dead matter is compacted into rock; and in that rock is phosphate—one phosphorus atom bonded to four oxygen atoms—life preserved in death, with all its surging force.
     In 1842, when the naturalist John Stevens Henslow, Darwin’s beloved botany professor, discovered the potential of that rock as a fertilizer, little did he know his countrymen would soon be grinding up the bones of dead soldiers and mummified Egyptian cats to exploit their phos­phate content. Little did he know he’d spawn a global mining industry that would change our diets, our lifestyles, and the face of the planet.
Lohmann guides us from Henslow’s Suffolk, where the phosphate fertilizer industry took root, to Bone Valley in Central Florida, where it has boomed alongside big ag—leaving wreckage like the Piney Point disaster in its wake—to far-flung Nauru, an island stripped of its life force by the ravenous young industry. We sift through the earth’s geological layers and eras, speak in depth with experts and locals, and explore our past relationship with sustainable farming—including in seventeenth-century Japan, when one could pay rent with their excrement—before we started wasting just as much phosphate as we mine.
     Sui generis, filled with passion and rigorous reporting, White Light invites us to renew our broken relationship not just with the earth but with our own death—and the life it brings after us.

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JACK LOHMANN is a writer from Richmond, Virginia. He moved to Mongolia in 2022. This is his first book.

ALICE MAIDEN is an illustrator based in Brooklyn.

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1

Sea of Fires

There would be no life without constant death. The bodies of our forebears came to form the base of our lives today. All of us are made of accumulated parts worn down and enlivened by billions of years of excess and limitation. Our bodies are living remnants of the past. We are all recycled—­our food is dead; it was grown in soil made rich by decay. When we die, gorged and wealthy, our purpose is to fertilize the ground. The waste we create, and the waste we someday will become, exists in balance with the earth.

The world warms, and life surges. Profusions of species occupy the earth; they drink its water. They arrive in heat-­driven bursts, and they flourish most in places where residues of past life can collect. Along some coastlines, upwelling waters pull nutrients from the cold seafloor. Sunlight reaches those substances on the surface, and life blooms. Elsewhere, inland seas, called into existence by warmer weather and melted glaciers, create closed circuits of growth and accumulation. Deltas, where rivers enter open water, collect the sediments that the rivers carried all along their paths. Some islands, situated far out to sea, serve as collection points for life and its excrements. In these ecosystems, life builds upon itself, and exceptional productivity ensues.

Something changes on the earth. The temperature cools, the continents shift, the oceans drop their nutrients somewhere else. The closed circuit opens, and bodies are covered in sediment. They settle and condense, growing firmer under pressure from above. Chemicals dance—­crystals form. Metals dissolved in seawater are absorbed by what remains, and the crystals fit more cleanly with one another. They are stable, and then they change again. Storms and tides churn the seafloor, washing away some materials and bringing others near. Years pass, and the continents move again, pushing compact crystals out of the water. Settled and churned, scarce and hidden, buried beneath layers of geology, this collection of reworked matter is a literal crystallization of life. It exists in a thousand different places and a thousand different forms, holding contents of silent value. This is phosphate rock.

Phosphate, underneath the surface, holds the power of life itself. That power is exerted through the forces that shape the physical world. All of life is controlled by geology. Through the steady, cyclical accumulation and release of phosphate, unseen forces determine the biological productivity of the earth. When the rate of erosion increases—­when more phosphate is added to the system—­the world is overrun by life. When erosion decreases, or a large expanse of phosphate is deposited as rock, the system loses phosphate, and life’s sum total drops. Phosphate exists within the confines of a natural order, a deliberate cycle of destruction and creation. It travels slowly between life and rock, and its journey defines the contours of the life that can exist on earth. It is an adherence to the plodding of geologic time, but with a twist: some hidden crystals, in recent years, have begun to travel at a different pace, in a different direction, along a different path. This new path began along the coast of En­gland, at a time when the countryside—­the sloping plain of Suffolk in particular—­was on fire.

The arsonists were everywhere. They were living in the villages and working in the fields. They came out in the dark of night and crept onto the lands of wealthy farmers and lit up their barns and sheds, their threshers and carts, their haystacks. They killed their animals. They were rageful—­and they were poor.

En­gland’s wealth was growing as the dignity of the poor declined. Land was privatized, child labor thrived, and the poorhouse system punished society’s weakest members. In East Anglia, the region made up of Norfolk and Suffolk, the situation was particularly dire. The textile economy had declined in response to London’s growing industry, and the workers were left reliant on agriculture. But farmwork was seasonal and unsteady, and it was controlled by landowners and by farmers, the powerful occupiers of the land. Population grew, wages declined, the poor grew poorer, and the land became weaker. Then came 1843. A dramatic hailstorm destroyed the crops in August, and a terrible drought arrived the following year. Little grew, and the laborers could not work. People could not pay for food; there were hunger riots. And as they starved, they watched shipments of food going elsewhere, although the landowners continued to make a profit from their crops.

In 1843 and 1844, more than six hundred fires were set across En­gland. Arson attacks were carried out against unjust magistrates and landowners who evicted tenants. Fires were set at workhouses, at jails, at taverns, and at shops. By far the most common targets were the farmers whose decisions had consigned the laboring classes to desperation and shortage. Entire properties were destroyed. “The year 1844 was one of intense alarm to the owners and occupiers of farms,” the historian John Glyde wrote in 1856. “Fires were of almost nightly occurrence during the long evenings. The occupiers of land lived in a state of nervous excitement, looking about their premises every night before retiring to rest, apprehensive of their crops being destroyed by the match of the prowling incendiary.” “Even among some of the poor the fear took on almost apocalyptic proportions. Two preachers, Winter and Burgis, tramped the countryside warning the people the world was about to end in one great catastrophic fire,” the historian John Archer wrote. “The end of the world was fixed for 21 March 1844.”

At the center of the fires was the village of Hitcham, and at the height of the flames Hitcham was led by a famous man. The naturalist John Stevens Henslow, appointed rector seven years before the world’s forecasted end, was an academic of national renown who worked as a professor at the University of Cambridge. He was first a botanist and then a mineralogist, a researcher whose focus was on the natural world. When Charles Darwin came to Cambridge in 1828, Henslow had taught him botany. At the time, Darwin was struggling. He felt disconnected from his studies and had trouble keeping up at Cambridge. During those years, Henslow and Darwin embarked upon a series of adventures that inspired Darwin with a sense of the boundlessness of the natural world. The two went searching for flowers in the countryside and traversed the swampy fenland north of the city. They made aborted plans to visit the Canary Islands. Henslow saw in Darwin early traces of the mind that would revolutionize scientific thought. When the HMS Beagle was launched in 1820, it was Henslow who ensured that Darwin was aboard—­although Henslow himself had received the initial invitation to go. While the Beagle was away, Darwin and Henslow communicated extensively, and Darwin had his trove of specimens, collected from around the world, delivered to Henslow in En­gland for safekeeping. Henslow, Darwin said, had changed his life.

The same year Darwin published The Voyage of the Beagle, Henslow moved to Hitcham for good. It may have seemed a surprising change, but the 1830s were a difficult time for the university, and the Crown living at Hitcham paid far more than a Cambridge professorship did. Henslow scaled back his academic duties, and by 1839 he was living in the countryside and running the parish. The conditions he found there shocked him. Hitcham had long been a place of discontent and disruption. In 1820, the parsonage had been set aflame in response to a denial of poor assistance for a sizable number of residents. Seven years into his rectorship,...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Random House Inc
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2025
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593316614
• ISBN 13: 9780593316610
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 273
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