From The New Yorker

In 1894, fifteen years before his storied expedition to the North Pole, Robert Peary crossed a treacherous expanse of ice in Greenland in search of another prize: a massive meteorite laden with rare metals from outer space. In this hefty, industrious book, Cokinos retraces PearyÔÇÖs steps, and those of other meteor ÔÇ£obsessives,ÔÇØ in an idiosyncratic hunt of his own. The book pairs, sometimes awkwardly, exciting tales of scientific adventure and unself-conscious ruminationÔÇöparticularly on the subject of the authorÔÇÖs failed first marriage, the pain of which, he insists, is ÔÇ£part and parcel of the hunt, my hunt, for the meteorite hunters.ÔÇØ As often as not, though, the original meteorite hunters had a more prosaic view of their quests. Peary, for instance, had a simple desire for glory and riches; when he finally found that meteorite, which the local Inuits had dubbed Woman (another, nearby, they called Dog), he called it ÔÇ£the brown mass.ÔÇØ

Review

""I've always wanted to read a first-class book about meteorites. Chris Cokinos has finally written that book. It's a shooting star, and I stayed up late reading it.""
-Richard Rhodes, Pulitzer Prize-winning author of The Making of the Atomic Bomb and Dark Sun: The Making of the Hydrogen Bomb

""Christopher Cokinos goes from pole to pole in his search for the bits of cosmos that fall onto the Earth, and the remarkable people who collect and study them. He is a natural philosopher and gifted writer who sprinkles his own kind of stardust on every page. If you have ever wished upon a falling star, this is your chance to know just what is falling, where it comes from, what it tells us about our place in the universe-and what things in life are worth wishing for.""
-Chet Raymo, former Boston Globe science columnist and bestselling author of The Dork of Cork and Walking Zero