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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May I ask what it is that you are doing? Time and darkness, knowledge of good and evil, have walked with him ever since…. The middle jiurney of the book become a bit more scientific and straightforward, but the information Eiseley presents is fascinating if, by now, slightly outdated and he never manages to hide the fact that he has a way with words beyond eisrley novelists. The green world is his sacred center.
The temperature has risen. In describing Eiseley’s writing, Richard Wentz wrote, “As the works of any naturalist might, Eiseley’s essays and poems deal with the flora and fauna of North America.
For all of his scientific erudition, Eiseley has a poetic, even cinematic, imagination. He suffers from a nostalgia for which there is no remedy upon earth except as it is to be found in the enlightenment of eiselfy spirit–some ability to have a perceptive rather than an exploitive relationship with his fellow creatures. Gradually his writing turns from scientific observation to philosophical musing, poetry, and introspection.
The Immense Journey by Loren Eiseley
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 in any part. Perhaps there is no meaning except for the story itself. His story begins with his childhood experiences as a sickly afterthought, weighed immensw by the loveless union of his parents. They would bring God into the compass of a shopkeeper’s understanding and confine Him to those limits, lest He proceed to some unimaginable and shocking act–create perhaps, as a casual afterthought, a being more beautiful than man.
So, I wish I had read this book as an undergrad, or found a class that tau My microbiology degree and its demands of memorization of cellular respiration and precise locations of carbon molecules throughout biochemical cycles sucked the color out of science.
The accompanying corpse I anticipated I would either dispose of or dissect on the following day. And as I look and shiver I feel the voice in every fiber of my being: With his mind uncluttered by electronic noise he would spend long days digging in remote areas, imagining the ancient creatures and their environments whose bones he was uncovering.
He would later describe the lands around Lincoln as “flat and grass-covered and smiling so serenely up at the sun that they seemed forever youthful, untouched by mind or time—a sunlit, timeless prairie over which joutney passed but antelope or wandering bird.
The Immense Journey
Scientists groped towards a theory with increasingly detailed observations. Somewhere down the stairs of time lie the secrets of life and this book is as good a way down that staircase as the most powerful microscope. Perhaps that same foreboding still troubles the hearts of those who walk out of a crowded room and stare with relief into the abyss of space so long as there is a star to be seen twinkling across those miles of emptiness.
The autobiographical tales keep illustrating the theses that wind through all his writing – the fallibility of science, the mystery of evolution, the surprise of life. Refresh and try again.
There were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. At the risk of sounding countercultural, I suspect that thinkers who live in sealed, air-conditioned boxes and work by artificial light I am one are as unnatural as apes in cages at zoos. The book is not uneven, but you’re three-quarters of the way through it before you figure out what he’s trying to say.
It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep. Loren Eiseley is one of the authors I would have loved to take a walk with, through a museum or down some wooded path, for it would have been an entertaining, educational, and memorable conversation.
We hear the stories and remember them, retelling them from generation to generation. Loren Eiseley was a Naturalist and an Anthropologist who spent many years in the search for the early post-glacial man in the Western US. Ironically, I who profess no religion eiselej the whole of my life a religious pilgrimage. If that excerpt from “The Angry Winter” shows anything, it’s that you don’t jourhey the scientific realism to understand the less-worldly spiritual message, especially when scientific reality is probably a bit dated after sixty years.
He used this to explain complex scientific ideas, such as human evolution, to the general public. Eiseley was a wanderer and story-teller, one who travels seamlessly between the past and possibly into the future and one who is in ‘flow’ as he walks aimlessly in Nature. Like John Donneman lies in a close prison, yet it is dear to him. Eiseley is convinced that there are no men or man-like animals on other planets. A poet, MacKnight Black, has spoken of being “limbed.
There can be no question that Loren Eiseley maintains a place of eminence among nature writers. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
Notes Of An Alchemist 4. Adding to this, the book is somewhat dated, the most recent essay in being published in and the first in It reminds me very much of what Paul Salopek himself is doing right now, except that Salopek’s blogs apply a natural flow of speech and ordinary grammatical structure. Jun 17, BrandonCWalters rated it liked it.
He was a natural fugitive, a fox at the wood’s edge in his own metaphor They go to bed to wake up for a new beginning in the morning. Non Fiction that might be read as well. In addition to his scientific and academic work, Eiseley began in the mids to publish the essays which brought him to the attention of a wider audience. Loren Eiseley’s dark, brooding prose is unique in the annals of nature writing. The story is told and retold, passed down from one generation to another.
The black eyes over the barrel looked out a me a little wicked, a little desirous of better understanding.
These admissions have sparked much controversy within the academic discipline of ecocriticism, the study of literature and environment. From tohe was provost at the University of Pennsylvania, and in the University of Pennsylvania created a special interdisciplinary professorial chair for him.
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For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the whisper of the wind in the night reeds. Though the book seems to have been acclaimed as a true work of science and a piece of great literature, I cannot say that I enjoyed reading it that much. Mostly the journsy understand their roles, but man, by comparison, seems troubled by a message that, it is often said, he cannot quite remember or has gotten wrong After a while the skilled listener can distinguish man’s noise from the katydid’s rhythmic assertion, allow for the offbeat of a rabbit’s thumping, pick up the autumnal monotone of crickets, and find in all of them a grave pleasure without admitting any to a place of preeminence in his thoughts.