This a book that is impossible to capture in some neat established academic sound-bite, mostly because its multiple claims are all quite impossible—impossible, that is, within our present Western and colonized ways of speaking, thinking, and being. If we can imagine ourselves outside or after that framework, we might say that the book, like its author, is a shaman, and a diviner, and a traveler among worlds, including future worlds. The vision of the human (and nonhuman) that emerges through these words and worlds is unabashedly global, comparative, moral, and magical. Here is a weird and wonderful book in which everything is alive and even the stones tell stories. Really.