An Unintended Consequence of Climate Change

Yesterday I read a piece about how much more productive writers are in chilly, wet, Northern climates. The writer of the article cited Ireland as an example of this phenomenon. The Island known for its rainy, moistly-forbidding climate gave us the likes of Shaw, Yeats, Byrne, Joyce, Wilde, Swift and on and on. Besides Patricia Cornwell, Dave Barry and Thomas Harris, who ever heard of a noted writer from Florida? Plus, Barry was born in New York, and Harris in Tennessee. The point is, that chilly, foggy climes are conducive to writerly pursuits, places like Seattle, Maritime Canada (Annie Proulx) and the aforementioned Emerald Isle. So blah, blah, blog you say. So what? Here’s yet another reason we should all be concerned about climate change. Global warming may have the unintended consequence of reducing literary talent and the writing of classic literature. A paranoid rant? I hope that’s all it is, ’cause I call myself a writer but I’m sure as hell not moving to Iceland. Ohio is cold enough for me. Or at least it used to be.