Good writing, especially fiction, Wilk argues, illuminates such mind-bending convergences. And writing is not productive, in the capitalist sense, but regenerative, like giving a gift. Death by Landscape’s gift is Wilk’s bold refusal of reactionary fatalism in favor of championing our species’ most transcendent quality: imagination. Because if individual writers can germinate crushing dystopias or beguiling utopias with equal, convincing fidelity, then the “few rich people and corporations largely culpable for (this) ongoing disaster” — which is already dystopic for many — can certainly choose which futures to engineer and manifest.