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THE MOSQUITO by Timothy C. Winegard

THE MOSQUITO

A Human History of Our Deadliest Predator

by Timothy C. Winegard

Pub Date: Aug. 6th, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-5247-4341-3
Publisher: Dutton

A wandering treatment of one of life’s constant annoyances and worse.

“We are at war with the mosquito,” writes former military officer Winegard (History and Political Science/Colorado Mesa Univ.; The First World Oil War, 2016, etc.). There’s reason for that: There are something like 110 trillion mosquitoes floating around humankind’s ankles and nostrils at any given moment, and when you count up the death toll from malaria, Zika virus, dengue fever, and the like, mosquitoes are responsible for some 830,000 human deaths per year, logarithmic orders from the 10 or so humans who fall victim to sharks. Indeed, writes the author, doing the math, as many as half of all the humans who have ever lived may have fallen to mosquitoes, especially in the days before we discovered quinine, gin and tonics, and DDT. The case isn’t overwrought; yellow fever alone is a cause for much misery in Africa and has otherwise been “a global historical game-changer.” Winegard’s drawn-out survey of history covers ground that is largely well known, including the role of mosquito-borne illnesses in the American Revolution and Civil War and the long effort, planned under Julius Caesar but not effected until Benito Mussolini’s reign, to drain the Pontine Marshes outside Rome. The author does uncover some lesser-known moments, however, such as the malaria research conducted by Chinese scientists during the Vietnam War, and he’s good on why some human populations seem more vulnerable to mosquito-borne illnesses than others. Overall, the book is serviceable but less fluent than Sonia Shah’s The Fever, David DeKok’s The Epidemic, Michael Osterholm and Mark Olshaker’s Deadliest Enemy, and other popular accounts of all the malign things that await us out in the open air. And readers could probably have done without the anemic valediction to the fanged female at the close: “My judgment of her now vacillates between that sincere, loathing revulsion and a genuine respect and admiration.”

An intermittently interesting but overlong book that is not likely to make much of a buzz.