Editorial Reviews. From the Inside Flap. Anthropologist and naturalist Loren Eiseley blends scientific knowledge and imaginative vision in this story of man. Loren Eiseley (September 3, – July 9, ) was an American anthropologist, educator, . Consider the case of Loren Eiseley, author of The Immense Journey, who can sit on a mountain slope beside a prairie-dog town and imagine. Anthropologist and naturalist Loren Eiseley blends scientific knowledge and imaginative vision in this story of man.
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Every spring in the wet meadows and ditches I hear a little shrilling chorus which sounds for all the world like an endlessly reiterated “We’re here, we’re here, we’re here,” And so they are, as frogs, of course.
I suppose in the s, this may have been a great fillip to the baby boomers who rejected materialism, war and middle-class morality. To my astonishment, however, upon descending into the basement several hours later, I heard stirrings in the receptacle and peered in.
A sort of Odyssey by a man in dialogue with nature and evolution; Eiseley remains one of our foremost humanists-and prose stylists.
The Immense Journey
They would bring God into the compass of a shopkeeper’s understanding and confine Him to those limits, lest He proceed to some jourmey and shocking act–create perhaps, as a casual afterthought, a being more beautiful than man. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish.
Like the charmed fairy circle into which a man once stepped, and upon emergence learned that a whole century had passed in a single night, one can never quite define this secret; but it has something to eiseleey, I am sure, with common water.
He dismounts and begins to explore the Slit, the body-width crack in the sandstone walls, coming eye-to-eye with an animal skull. While there, he soon became restless and unhappy, which led him to hoboing around the country by hopping on freight trains as many did during the Great Depression. View all 3 comments. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Jan 30, Prooost Davis rated it really liked it. As it met the water, he hourney, “It made a difference for that one.
No one dared to attack the raven. A sickly child in an unhappy home, he spent a lot of time thf in his native Nebraska, just outside Lincoln.
And it has the beauty of prose that characterizes Eiseley’s philosophical moods. His first book, The Immense Journeywas a collection of writings about the history of humanity, and it proved to be that rare science book that appealed to a mass audience.
It was the selective product of the high continent and the waters that pour across it. The accompanying corpse I anticipated I would either dispose of or dissect on the following day.
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Aug 13, Jim rated it it was amazing Shelves: The black eyes over the barrel looked out a me a little wicked, a little desirous of better understanding. The book is a little dated and there were some parts where I could see the difference of theories due to modern knowledge about the brain and shifts in evolution. Eiseley traces the achievements and discoveries of men in many fields of science who paved the way for Darwin; and the book concludes with an extensive discussion of the ways in which Darwin’s work has been challenged, improved upon, and occasionally refuted during the past hundred years.
Though his field was anthropology, every semester he was a guest lecturer for the English department in their Creative Writing classes. We hear the stories and remember them, retelling them from generation to generation. A wind ripple may be translating itself into life. At the heart of the account is Charles Darwin, but the story neither begins nor ends with him.
Reading this book makes you stop and rethink the way you picture the world and your place in it. I remember, also, a protesting female voice nearby — the eternal civilizing voice of women who know that men are fools and children, and irresponsible.
Suddenly to posses all that power and then to be forbidden to use it must have been almost too much for the man to contain. Who knows if the storyteller actually set foot on the prairie?
Or perhaps he was trapped in a blocked channel and had simply kept swimming until the ice contracted around him. X attempts to solve a mystery: Gradually his writing turns from scientific observation to philosophical musing, poetry, and introspection. He is the teacher who backs away from the podium after an engaging lecture to make a quick dash for his office.
I really enjoyed the chapter “The Dream Animal” in which Dr.
Perhaps there is no meaning except for the story itself. Half of the members that were reading the book said that the book started out dry for them, but I never found the book dry This book was fantastic; for the sheer fact that it is about evolution: Eiseley’s writing often includes his belief that mankind does not have enough evidence to determine exactly how humans came to be.
Rick Bass, Annie Dillard, Edward Abbey and other acclaimed nature writers have admitted to artistic license. It makes you want to go out and dig for bones; it makes you want to go into wilderness and just listen. And finally, after painful fluttering, another took the song, and then another, the song passing from one bird to another, doubtfully at first, as though some evil thing were being slowly forgotten.
I found myself essentially highlighting entire pages of text and slamming the book down in awe and whispering a reverent “Holy shit” journeu thirty seconds. Dec 22, Nathan rated it really liked it Shelves: We are not going to find the answers in human evolution until we have framed the right questions, and the questions are difficult because they involve both body and mind, physique and culture—tools and symbols as well as cerebral configurations. On the edge of a frozen backwater, I stopped and rubbed my eyes.
Loren Eisley is an anthropologist who writes like John Donne. This is a beautiful book. In ‘The Bird and the Machine’, he writes about going to a long-abandoned cabin in the bush and capturing a young hawk for the zoo.
Nov 10, Ron Rayborne rated it it was amazing. In The Eiswley Journey, he recalls a moth under an opera tent, a seemingly insignificant subject, but in his prose he provides a metaphor that reaches above the tent into the night sky, up toward the stars.
They sang under nourney brooding shadow of the raven. Each chapter starts with a theme from nature, archeology, or biology. He graduated from the U of Nebraska, getting his Ph.