Maybe this book will be remembered by generations to come, but in the realist spirit of the book itself I must assume it will be forgotten and lost in just a few years. This is a crying shame: Desert is possibly the first truly sober text I read on climate change. It glances, not pessimistically nor optimistically but realistically, over the turning globe which we inhabit. It sees new hot deserts forming rapidly, cold ancient deserts retreating, and new ethnic wars merging with the old, all while the elites go on robbing and pillaging the wilderness. In the new world there are no ulimate apocalypses and no total revolutions. And for this world, which could manifest as soon as 2050, Anonymous poses hard questions about life. In the future, how could we live a life of liberty and struggle? While the questions are not pretty, they do instill in the reader a sense of purpose, and are, in my opinion, something to be grateful for.