In a dark, dank, decaying apartment house where the cockroaches - shell-backed, glossy, insolent Blatella germanica - festered and spawned under the linoleum on the sagging floors, behind the rippled wallpaper on the sweating walls, among the teacups in the cupboard. While the rats raced in ferocious packs, like wolves, inside the walls and up and down the cobblestone alleyways that always glistened, night and day, in any kind of weather, with a thin chill greasy patina of poisonous dew.
The fly ash everywhere, falling softly and perpetually from the pregnant sky. We watched the seasons come and go in a small rectangle of walled-in space we called our yard: in spring and summer the black grass; in fall and winter the black snow. Overhead and in our hearts a black sun. Down in the cellar and up in the attic of that fantastic house - four stories high, brownstone, a stoop, wide, polished banisters, brass fittings on the street entrance, a half-sunken apartment for the superintendent, high ceilings, high windows and a grand stairway on the main floor, all quite decently middle class and in the better part of town, near the parks, near the Stevens Institute of Technology - hung draperies of dust and cobweb that had not been seen in the light of day or touched by the hand of man since the time of the assassination of President William McKinley.
In the sunless attic the spiders had long since given up, for all their prey had turned to dust; but the rats roamed freely. Down in the basement, built like a dungeon with ceiling too low to permit a man of normal stature to stand erect, there were more rats, of course - they loved the heat of the furnace in winter - and dampish stains on the wall and floor where the great waterbugs, like cockroaches out of Kafka, crawled sluggishly from darkness into darkness. One might notice here, at times, the odor of sewer gas. The infinite richness.
The ecology, the natural history of it all. An excellent workshop for the philosopher, for who would venture out into that gray miasma of perpetual smoke and fog that filled the streets if he might remain walled up with books, sipping black coffee, smoking black Russian cigarettes, thinking long, black, inky thoughts? To be sure. The call of the streets. We lived one block from the waterfront. The same waterfront where Marlon Brando once played Marlon Brando, where the rust-covered tramp steamers, black freighters, derelict Dutchmen, death ships came to call under Liberian flags to unload their bananas, baled hemp, teakwood, sacks of coffee beans, cowhides, Argentine beef, to take on kegs of nails, jeep trucks, Cadillacs and crated machine guns.
Abandoned by the Holland-American Line in '65, at least for passenger service, the Hoboken docks - like Hoboken bars and Hoboken tenements - were sinking into an ever deepening state of decay. The longshoremen were lucky to get two days' work a week. Some of the Great warehouses had been empty for years; the kids played Mafia in them. The moment I stepped out the front door I was faced again with Manhattan. There it was, oh splendid ship of concrete and steel, aluminum, glass and electricity, forging forever up the dark river. The Hudson - like a river of oil, filthy and rich, gleaming with silver lights.
Manhattan at twilight: floating gardens of tender neon, the lavender towers where each window glittered at sundown with reflected incandescence, where each crosstown street became at evening a gash of golden fire, and the endless flow of the endless traffic on the West Side Highway resembled a luminous necklace strung round the island's shoulders. Apr 02, John Benson rated it really liked it.
This is a collection of Edward Abbey's essays mainly about the American West first published back in These essays range from environmental writing to descriptions of places to autobiographical writing. His voice is powerful and evocative and these essays capture that well, in ways that his fiction might not.
Even though the essays are more than 40 years old, they do not seem dated and would be a good companion to anyone visiting that area of the country. Apr 21, Jen Doucette rated it really liked it. I was drawn to his personal experiences in the works but found myself nodding and exclaiming affirmations to his philosophies about the natural world and the need for its defense.
I would read anything he wrote. Sep 05, Kate rated it liked it. I enjoyed the first half of the book but my interest started waning in the second half. Desert Solitaire and Down the River were much more engrossing.
Nov 15, Erin rated it liked it Shelves: wishlist , non-fiction , essays. A mixed collection of essays, with some wonderfully moving pieces along with a few clunky or dated ones. Jul 22, Stephen rated it really liked it Shelves: new-mexico , nature , american-southwest , essays. The desert is no place for decent men, which is why Edward Abbey likes it so much. Born on the eastern seaboard, on a farm between the cities and the woods, young Abbey was seized by wanderlust and wandered westward.
There he found mysterious monoliths, painted deserts, winding canyons penetrated only by the foolhardy, and interminable expanses of prickly plants and even pricklier critters. Prickly might well describe Abbey -- or irascible, or cantankerous, or resentful, even indolent. Most of t The desert is no place for decent men, which is why Edward Abbey likes it so much. Most of those terms are self-applied here as Abbey describes first his journey to the American west, his finding a home in Arizona, and his disgust at realizing that Industrial Civilization was following close on his heels.
They ruined the view with power lines, flooded canyons with dams, and filled the air with smoke -- and so he writes, not to defend pretty views but to defend the very idea of wildness. Man is wild, can't be broken completely -- and he needs undisturbed space to go crazy in every once in a while. There are two reasons to read books by Edward Abbey; the first is for his descriptive writing, which wholly absorbed me when I first read Desert Solitaire years ago. The man is a grumpy poet writing prose; he describes the land like a lover, though he doesn't use so intimate a language as say, the author of Song of Solomon.
Certainly he finds enough here to wax poetic about. Making cloudbanks marvelous in Desert Solitaire was child's play; here he even makes a poisonous tick sound intriguing. The early book is biographical, but once he arrives at the mountains, they take over, for there are small ranges all over the southwest. The second is for Abbey's personality, which is Rough-hewn is Abbey; there's no machine-made box to slide him in.
He is a passionate loather of big business and big government, but his contempt for the EPA lies in the fact that it isn't doing enough to curb the industrialization of the west, that it sides with the power plants and oilers over the small ranchers and rambling eccentrics.
His passion borders on reckless. He writes that his motto regarding wilderness hikes is "be prepared", but that his practice is to go off half-cocked, daring Nature to do its worst. One story has him utterly destroying his fiance's brand new gift-from-daddy convertible to transverse a washed-out road. That particular relationship didn't survive the long hike back.
In another account, he follows a mountain lion's tracks and encounters the fearsome creature, poetry and power in one awe-inspiring package. What Abbey fears most is the triumph of deary mediocrity. He can appreciate the city, as he does in here in a piece on Hoboken and Manhattan. It's not a loving appreciation, but he does recognize that urban life has its consolations. But man is too wild a thing for the city, and the city itself can only be endured for long if there is some place to escape to.
Abbey likens it to prisoners of Siberia, able to endure their brutal treatment by the sight of the beckoning expanse of forest; never mind that the forest has its own dangers, it is there -- unconquered, open, a warren of escape. Abbey shudders to see Tuscon and Arizona marching toward one another, soon to form one long contiguous blob of parking lots and neon -- and not just because their unchecked growth is draining water reserves or concentrating filth, but because it makes escape ever more difficult. We crave adventure, Abbey writes, danger -- the wilderness offers it.
Abbey If we live in constant security and predictability, we're effectively living the life of zoo animals. We climb mountains for the same reason we fill the air with soaring music and vibrant poetry: our souls are restless and craving. Craving what? Something to do, some meaning, some thrusting of ourselves into reality.
There is a lot to ponder in this slim little collection of essays and bar-room ramblings given life in paper. Certainly, as far as 'current' crises go, the book is dated. I am certain many battles have been lost since the decades since Abbey first discovered the soul-stilling expanse of the west. Given Abbey's gruffness here, I would refer new readers to Desert Solitaire Sep 10, Emily rated it really liked it.
Thoughts for the Journey Home. $ – $ This collection of essays is drawn from Marcus Grodi's published columns in The Coming Home Network. Thoughts for the Journey Home book. Read reviews from world's largest community for readers. Non-Catholic clergymen and women who become Catholics.
From my review: Edward Abbey is an outdoorsman, and a philosopher. I decided it would make for a great companion for the rest of the trip, and added it to my small stack of books to purchase. I was correct. He tells stories of Yosemite Valley, already crowded, where rangers had to police hitchhiking or partying hippies.
He writes of a Telluride that was not yet a tourist destination. He writes passionately of the environmental threats of the time. It was so enjoyable to travel along with him seeing the west through his eyes, while traveling along myself and seeing its wonder with my own. A lot has changed, but the immense appeal of this land has not.
The canyon country does not always inspire love. To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent — a fearsome land of rock and heat, sand dunes and quicksand, cactus, thorn-bush, scorpion, rattlesnake, and agoraphobic distances. To those who see our land in that manner, the best reply is, yes, you are right, it is a dangerous and terrible place.
Enter at your own risk. Carry water, Avoid the noonday sun. Try to ignore the vultures. Pray frequently. For a few others the canyon country is worth only what they can dig out of it and haul away — to the mills, to the power plants, to the bank. For more and more of those who now live here, however, the great plateau and its canyon wilderness is a treasure best enjoyed through the body and spirit, in situ, as the archeologists say, not through commercial plunder.
It is a regional, national and international treasure too valuable to be sacrificed for temporary gain, too rare to be withheld from our children. For us the wilderness and human emptiness of this land is not a source of fear but the greatest of its attractions. We would guard and defend and save it as a place for all who wish to rediscover the nearly lost pleasures of adventure, adventure not only in the physical sense, but also mental, spiritual, moral, aesthetic and intellectual adventure.
A place for the free. Here you may yet find the elemental freedom to breathe deep of unpoisoned air, to experiment with solitude and stillness, to gaze through a hundred miles of untrammeled atmosphere, across redrock canyons, beyond the blue mesas, toward the snow-covered peaks of the most distant mountains — to make the discovery of the self in its proud sufficiency which is not isolation but an irreplaceable part of the mystery of the whole.
Come on in. The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone — and to no one. Feb 01, Susan Emmet rated it it was amazing. I don't know about tossing beer cans out the truck window there are too many along our road - cans and fast food bags and trash , but the themes and theses Abbey explored in this anthology is right-on for then - and now. Long known is the fact that Big Government colludes with Big Business and Big Military and the result is habitat destruction, land nuding, growing chasms between rich and poor, increased "desire" to have things you don't need, and huge loss and unhappiness.
I continue to admire I don't know about tossing beer cans out the truck window there are too many along our road - cans and fast food bags and trash , but the themes and theses Abbey explored in this anthology is right-on for then - and now. I continue to admire the raucous and ribald journeys of people like Abbey and Doug Peacock.
Freedom and Wilderness! To live deliberately. To question all authority. To insist on answers. To destroy in small ways that which destroys. To refuse the lure of prepackaged everything, edible or political. Many passages stay with me, but one near the end is telling: "As I see it, our own nation is not free from the danger of dictatorship.
And I refer to internal as well as external threats to our liberties. As social conflict tends to become more severe - and it will be unless we strive for social justice - there will inevitably be a tendency on the part of authoritarian elements I beg to disagree. Like any worthy writer or thinker, he stirs the pot. No need to muzzle those who range the wilds. Listen to them. Aug 23, Linda rated it it was amazing. Ed Abbey wanted to be clear. He is not a naturalist. In the main this book and several others he wrote are narrative accounts of travel and adventure.
He defines himself as one who requires open spaces. His descriptions of lonely deserts with tangerine sunsets have served to help preserve great expanses of the American West. I loved that he summered each year in Telluride Ed Abbey wanted to be clear. I loved that he summered each year in Telluride surrounded by 14, foot peaks and takes us on a hike up Lizard Mountain. This is a region of spectacular beauty that I have written about and would love to explore more.
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I especially loved gliding on the Green River with him in the wake of early explorer John Wesley Powell. His language is crisp his self-deprecating humor refreshing and his diatribes against those who would plunder and pillage the American West deserved. Tucson is still sinking an inch a year because underground aquifers are being systematically drained. The Colorado River is being siphoned off to bulging metropolitan areas. Natural gas drilling permits are being issued in record numbers. The American West is in even greater peril today then when this book was published in warning us of the travesties being perpetrated in our remaining open spaces.
Aug 11, Joel Hines rated it really liked it. Another excellent Abbey book, though not the near perfection that Desert Solitaire was for me. His trademark mix of irreverent environmental commentary and log of personal experience is exceptionally thought provoking and enjoyable. A random non-representive cool quote among many within the book. There's many that are better Another excellent Abbey book, though not the near perfection that Desert Solitaire was for me.
There's many that are better but I appreciated this one for offering a portrait of him as more complex then a misogynist racist wacko as he's occasionally made out to be by folks critiquing his legacy to the environmental movement. Sep 08, James rated it really liked it Shelves: favorites. I'm glad I decided to read this one again because not only was I reminded that the American West is worth preserving, but I was also reminded of the great experience I had when I first read the book in my high school days. What I mean by that is that I was taken again by the way he used words to convey the what he saw, in terms of locations, people, and wildlife.
Abbey must've thinking when he was writing his essays, "I don't want to leave any details out, so I'll describe even the little things I'm glad I decided to read this one again because not only was I reminded that the American West is worth preserving, but I was also reminded of the great experience I had when I first read the book in my high school days.
Abbey must've thinking when he was writing his essays, "I don't want to leave any details out, so I'll describe even the little things. That way, the reader will feel as if he or she is right there with me" or something along those lines. However, I felt his descriptions could've been toned a bit, particularly towards the last few chapters, because they got a little boring and drug on a bit.
Despite that, I still liked the book and it's still one of my favorite books. I don't read too many books dealing with ecology because it doesn't seem like an interesting subject to me, but I'm glad Abbey used the ecology aspects in such a way that someone such as myself could appreciate them. To me, the reason for that was related to the fact that he wrote in defense of the American West and that he didn't take America for granted.
Perhaps that will influence me in some ways in terms of doing little things to benefit the environment. And perhaps I'll pick this book up a third time for pleasure reading in a few years from now. Nov 22, Elise rated it liked it. I had high expectations for "The Journey Home," since the dude over at "Cold Splinters," a neat camping blog I recently discovered, absolutely idolizes Edward Abbey.
I sometimes agreed with his sentiments regarding the importance of preserving and respecting the back country he sounds a bit like Jack Kerouac here, whom I have a soft spot for - or maybe it's just that I have a soft spot for my hig I had high expectations for "The Journey Home," since the dude over at "Cold Splinters," a neat camping blog I recently discovered, absolutely idolizes Edward Abbey.
I sometimes agreed with his sentiments regarding the importance of preserving and respecting the back country he sounds a bit like Jack Kerouac here, whom I have a soft spot for - or maybe it's just that I have a soft spot for my high school self, who was obsessed with everything Beat , but often I found that he went overboard on the sentimentality. EA's also a bit of a chauvinist - I would have hated to have been the wife he dragged along on crazy camping trips. One of his wives actually left him on the side of the road. I read elsewhere that "Desert Solitaire" is a good book - maybe I'll have to give Abbey another try.
Mar 08, Michael rated it it was amazing Shelves: favorites , american-west. Its been over ten years since I read Desert Solitaire and I've combed through a couple of his works looking for another collection of stories that hit me with the same "between-the-eyes" impact as Desert Solitaire. Well, I found it with Journey Home. He, like Major Powell, foresaw the westward expansion of the U.
It's importa Its been over ten years since I read Desert Solitaire and I've combed through a couple of his works looking for another collection of stories that hit me with the same "between-the-eyes" impact as Desert Solitaire. It's important to remember that Abbey saw the huge growth up tick coming some 25 years ago. And places like Phoenix, and Vegas have exploded in size ever since.
But for pure fun, nothing tops Abbey's "premarital honeymoon" adventure in "Disorder and Early Sorrow. Apr 11, Sam Dye rated it it was amazing. I must search for an author who is living now who has done the expeditions to find not just answers, but a feeling and appreciation for our land. Edward Abbey had the combination of outdoor abilities, ability to think creatively and the honesty to tell the real story. He was another of Wallace Stegner's pupils in the Stanford Writing program. Is there a similar program developing Western writers now?
So I have many questions, but for a book that is relevant today even though written in many I must search for an author who is living now who has done the expeditions to find not just answers, but a feeling and appreciation for our land. So I have many questions, but for a book that is relevant today even though written in many answers are suggested. Are the suggestions workable? Who of his stature is writing now, for instance, about the Southern Nevada Water Authority proposed rape of eastern Nevada and western Utah's water supplies to satisfy the insatiable Las Vegas? I doubt there will be anyone of his outdoor and writing skill combination, but will keep an open mind.
A very entertaining and important book. Dec 14, Deon Stonehouse rated it it was amazing Shelves: travel-essay , non-fiction-biography-memoir , books-set-in-sw-usa. Ed Abbey lived life big. Fjord salutes the grave with the sword, saying "I've met a lot of people, but I don't think I'll ever meet another character as unique as you, Molly. Fan art of Yasha 's reaction to Molly 's death, by BlackSalander.
Yasha steps out of the cart and asks what happened. Caleb and Nott tell Yasha he tried very hard to get back to her. She walks towards the grave ignoring the others, kneels in front of it, and says "It happened again. They feel her starting to shake. Yasha stands and screams. Her black, skeletal wings emerge from her shoulders. Off in the far east, blue lightning flashes. Yasha begins to walk towards the storm. She tells the group she will find them when she is ready.
Caduceus digs his hand as far down as he can and casts Decompose. He tells the Mighty Nein the earth will remember Molly. Next time they come back, there will be something there. Caduceus goes back to the cart, giving those who knew Molly a chance to be alone. Fjord again apologizes for not being able to help Molly. He promises to return the favor for the kindness his friends have shown him. Beau insists it was not a favor; the Mighty Nein are the only friends she has ever had. Everyone else in her life has left or she has driven away.
Jester says she is going to get some diamonds so she can prevent another death from happening. After another eight days of travel, the group arrives in Zadash. The carriages go to the Evening Nip. Kara is playing the harp in the underground bar. Kutha , the ogre, is keeping watch.
The Gentleman , guarded by Sorah , is playing a card game. The game ends as they arrive.
When The Gentleman sees Ophelia Mardun , he gets up from the table and kisses her. She kisses back, but also bites his lip, drawing a little bit of blood. Ophelia tells The Gentleman the Mighty Nein proved themselves, suffered a loss, and she would like to see them get their money. The Gentleman realizes Molly is missing and tells the group he is sorry for their loss. He gives them an additional fifty platinum on top of their payment as compensation. The Gentleman turns his attention to Caduceus. He presents the same deal as the rest of the Mighty Nein : they will kill him or take some of his blood.
Caduceus agrees on the condition The Gentleman promises not to cast anything strange on the blood. Cree , the tabaxi woman, comes over to collect the blood. Cree asks the others where " Lucien " is. Caleb lies that Lucien had his own business, and they parted ways. Cree asks them to tell Lucien that she wants to see him again if they run into him again. The Mighty Nein stay in the Evening Nip for a drink. Jester and Nott introduce Caduceus to milk and whiskey, respectively.
Caduceus does not like either one. Beau asks Fjord how is dealing after the trauma of being kidnapped. Fjord says he still feels like he let the group down. Both Beau and Caleb tell him he cannot continue to blame himself. Beau says the only people at fault are Lorenzo and the Iron Shepherds. Caleb insists Fjord cannot blame himself for being taken advantage of. Fjord says he has spent his whole life always looking out for danger, but feels guilty that he got comfortable with the Mighty Nein.
Beau says if Fjord was at fault for not seeing the Iron Shepherds coming then she, Caleb, and Nott are also at fault for making the plan that got Molly killed. Fjord says the experience has put things in perspective for him. He is not sure he wants to go to the Soltryce Academy anymore. There are people he wants to find and things he wants to make up for. Fjord says he is amazed but disturbed at how well Jester seems to be doing. He says Jester would try to cheer everyone up and sing, even though her mouth was gagged most of the time. He looks over to see Jester dancing alone by the end of the bar.
Fjord thinks it's also a little inspiring that nothing seems to get Jester down. Caleb says he thinks Jester's happiness is an act. Meanwhile, Caduceus has continued to drink but is not getting drunk. He is confused because none of the drinks taste good. Beau calls the whole group back together. Caleb, a little drunk, tries to get Jester to take a shot. Nott questions her about why she does not drink. Jester tells her milk is just so good. After Beau, Caleb, and Nott all assure her that there is no pressure, Jester does not take the shot. Caduceus tells the group he wants something that tastes good.
Jester suggests they take Caduceus to the bath house because it was what Molly would have wanted them to do. Everyone raises a glass to Mollymauk Tealeaf. Before leaving the Evening Nip, Jester and Nott try a little detective work. Nott wanders over to The Gentleman and tries to subtly drop the names Avantika and "the captain". Nott's name drop is very obvious, but The Gentleman does not pay much attention to Nott. Jester tries to read The Gentleman's reaction but he is more interested in talking to Ophelia Mardun.
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I mean, nothing this good ever happens. This is great. Caduceus comforts Jester and Fjord after they learn of Molly's death . Many thanks to you Ionos, for dealing with the thieves who appropriated my possession. Reliability like this will prove profitable for you and your house should you continue to be. One half of our agreed payment is enclosed with the other being paid upon recovery of the Cloven Crystal.
It is imperative that you find this bauble and return it to me. It has great sentimental value to me and my family. This rendering should suffice to guide the discerning eyes of your hunters. Time is of the essence. Should I not have it by the end of Quen'pillar , I shall be forced to end our agreement and seek a business relationship elsewhere. I warn you: we are fiercely loyal to those who appease us, and staunchly resentful to those who do not. Tell him you have a gift for the Captain. Letter from Lorenzo's Bag of Holding . Oh, it's a note!
For me! It's really badly written. It's like Frankenstein wrote a letter. Should I read it to you guys? It says: 'Nott, sorry for going before you woke up. Bad at goodbyes. Never really had friends before. Yuto was my only friend, but now you and I are friends. This medalon, medalion, medallon- this thing was from Yuto. It will protect you. Thank you for helping me. Keg P. If anyone hurts you, I will kill them.