Fuck Nature, Start Writing

In the abandoned offices of a bankrupt publishing house, a bundle of papers is discovered: a book project that was never completed, a portrait of woodlice. In the archived emails to his editor, the author of the manuscript recounts his research, his writing and his growing fascination with this primeval creature. Is it not virtually impossible to write about woodlice without getting close to them – unnervingly close, in fact? With every email, the publisher’s silence grows louder; the project – and with it the entire genre of natural history writing – is called into question – until the author resolutely sees the path he has set out on through to the end.