The book is as important as ever. Its author, whom we pantheistically canonized once already in advance of this anniversary for the book, is worthy of some background reading. Click the image to the left to go to a post by the New Yorker‘s Archive Editor, which will link you to other pieces in the New Yorker by and about Rachel Carson:
“Silent Spring” has proved to be so important that Carson herself has been a bit overshadowed by it. When she finished “Silent Spring,” Carson was fifty-five. She’d had a lengthy, but nowadays easily overlooked, career as an award-winning, best-selling writer of natural histories—the sorts of books that are written, nowadays, by Richard Dawkins or Bill Bryson.