Convergences, according to former New Yorker contributor Lawrence Weschler, are ”bizarre associations, eerie rhymes, whispered recollections,” and they’ve been his obsession for years, the way some people collect stamps. Simply, a convergence is two images that share a connection, whether obvious — neurons and tree branches, for example — or unexpected, like the adolescent South Asian insurgent twins who evoke Raphael’s cherubs. Everything That Rises comes in a fancy hardcover made with McSweeney’s familiar meticulous craftsmanship, but the image reproduction is poor; still, the majority of Weschler’s observations are thoughtful, welcome, and sure to make you start looking at the world in a more relative way. It’s only in the longer, picture-free essays about Eastern European politics that focus might drift… but that’s probably our fault, not his.