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The Night Country doc  Paperback Read ´ feedmarkformulate ↠ ➶ The Night Country Download ✤ Author Loren Eiseley – Feedmarkformulate.co.uk Toward the end of his life Loren Eiseley reflected on the mystery of life throwing light on those dark places traversed by himself and centuries of humaD places discovering an old bone or a nest of wasps or remembering the haunted spaces of his lonely Nebraska childhood Eiseley recognizes what he calls “the ghostliness of myself” his own mortality and the paradoxes of the evolution of consciousness I had Eiseley recommended to me some time ago but this is the first book of his that I've read I don't know if this was the place for me to start These essays loosely connected with one another by events in Eiseley's past and an affiliation with some sort of darkness whether that be real or imagined or personal did not elicit the effect on me that it seemed the author was aiming for Judging from other reviews that appears to be a contrarian viewIt may just be that my capacity for personal essays has reached its limit There's something about them that strikes me as cloying as sickly sweet This started with a collection of Anne Fadiman's essays At Large and at Small Familiar Essays which I finished and reached it's height with Scott Russell Sanders Secrets of the Universe Essays on Family Community Spirit and Place which I couldn't It's important to say up front that Fadiman and Sanders are talented and a lot of people do and will enjoy their writing Eiseley is I think better than either not nearly as clever thank goodness or trivial as Fadiman's nor as righteous as Sanders' but there was a level of sentimentality to Eiseley's that reminded me of bothIt's hard for me to put into words what it was about Eiseley's essays that turned me off sentiment yes but not that entirely Even sentimental writing has its place I think what it is that bothers me most about this sort of essays is the feeling that the author is assuming a role that he or she is posing as a fellow traveler on a journey with the reader and that the destination is as much a surprise to the author as anyone when in reality the author is leading us toward his preconceived notions Eiseley is nowhere as egregious in this as Sanders but I felt constantly as if Eiseley was bombarding me with passages designed to elicit a feeling of awe and wonder about the universe and man's consciousness of it and of himself He seems to be trying to lead me there and perhaps it is my natural oppositional attitude but I don't like being directed anywhere Eiseley is much better or at least I find him much interesting when he leaves off illustrating the ineffable and talks about concrete things his essay Obituary of a Bone Hunter where the author describes three incidents of his archeological career was to my mind the most enjoyable of the book and oddly enough indicative to me of the awesomeness of life than all his ruminations Favorable opinion is too high on this collection to pass over it whether you are already a fan of Eiseley or not based on one or two bad reviews I'll read Eiseley at some point myself But had I known the overall thrust of this collection it's uite likely that at this period of my life I would have started with something different

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Toward the end of his life Loren Eiseley reflected on the mystery of life throwing light on those dark places traversed by himself and centuries of humankind Weaving together memoir philosophical reflection and his always keen observations of the natura No civilization professes openly to be unable to declare its destination In an age like our own however there comes a time when individuals in increasing numbers unconsciously seek direction and taste despair It is then that dead men give back answers and the sense of confusion grows Soothsayers like flies multiply in periods of social chaos Moreover let us not confuse ourselves with archaic words In an age of science the scientist may emerge as a soothsayerI'm fortunate enough to live near several outlets in which thanks to the proximity of a large university a great number of course texts and academic books accumulate allowing me to peruse them and purchase a few which then find their way into my possession for a time Night Country was tucked away in a dusty block of heavily outlined and dog eared books of poetry; much of Shakespeare TS Eliot 'Best of' and highlight collections along with a smattering of local authors and obscure modernist poets It has been several years since I picked it up I had no expectations in approaching The Night Country this year other than to complete it after having seen its spine gazing at me for far too long Truthfully I didn't uite know what to expect Having flipped through a few of the pages before purchasing I hoped to enjoy the writing and wanderings of his mind as he explored his childhood and history as an anthropologist The experience of reading was just that and turned out to be a very enjoyable philosophical examination of his perspectives on science the progression of accumulation of data and the regression of our wonder of the world While written by a man who spent a great deal of his life searching the dust dirt and rocks of the Earth in search of humanity’s history this is far from a science jargon laced series of essays on the evolutionary process or the origins of man It is however an elouent and emotionally charged collection of thoughts set down in beautifully presented and thoughtful manner Each of the essays has a current of prose that carries Eiseley’s memories and speculations along on a descriptive torrent of awe and imagination of the sheer glory that lies before us in nature and of man’s place in it He covers the influencing factors that made him a traveler of the ‘Night Country’ both as the mapping of his mind when insomnia sets in and he’s only able to navigate by pen and as someone who searches the dark parts of the world for the bones of the past Eiseley found a certain satisfying solitude in the recesses where light held back its revealing power allowing him to explore further into its subterranean landscape discovering about humanity’s past as well as his own I met nothing living now except small twisted pines Boulders swelled up from the turf like huge white puff balls and there was a flash of lightning off to the south that lit for one blue glistening instant a hundred miles of churning shifting landscape I have thought since that each stone each tree each ravine and crevice echoing and re echoing with thunder tells us at such an instant than any daytime vision of the road we travel The flash hangs like an immortal magnification in the brain and suddenly you know the kind of country you pass over and the powers abroad in itHis prose really is exuisite leaving you with wondrous imagery heightened by the minimalist black and white illustrations of Gale Christianson It’s utterly refreshing to read the viewpoint of a man who wishes to express scientific examination through the medium of story and art Eiseley himself expressed his distaste for those who lose their awe and appreciation of our universe instead turning it into nothing than raw data and numbers to be examined manipulated and seized upon for human consumption and progression He expresses how the gradual seeping of certainty and exactness inherent in the modern scientific approach has overtaken other aspects of our lives gradually eating away at our own inherent awe our place in the universe If we banish this act of contemplation and contrition from our midst then even now we are dead men and the future dead with us For the endurable future is a product not solely of the experimental method or of outward knowledge alone It is born of compassion It is born of inward seeing The unknown one called it simply “All” and he added that it was not in a bodily manner to be wroughtThis is as close to anything I’ve read of a master at work presenting his personal misgivings and longings born of the loss of man’s majesty for the unexplained and the scope of life itself There is something of Thoreau present here the naturalist prose writer expounding on the philosophical flaws of man when faced with the might of nature He shares many stories and experiences he’s had discoveries he’s made; those he could have made but did not have the courage to; colleagues that found his approach unfitting for a man of his education and station; and the many uniue people he’s encountered as a working anthropologist There is a cruelty and fallibility to science that he could never uite come to grow comfortable with; to exchange the unexpected marvel of life with the lifeless extraction of its parts was to give rise to an entity that sought to steal the wonder from his pursuit and one that he knew many of his colleagues and fellows missed by working as its catalyst Not only did they miss it in the data they ignored it as it applied to the modern day; an ignored mortality in pursuit of an immortality the bones could never grant themI have said that the ruins of every civilization are the marks of men trying to express themselves to leave an impression upon the earth We in the modern world have turned stones listened to buried voices than any culture before us There should be a kind of pity that comes with time when one grows truly conscious and looks behind as well as forward aware he is a shadow Nothing is brutally savage than the man who is not aware he is a shadow Nothing is real than the real; and that is why it is well for men to hurt themselves with the past – it is one road to tolerance The Night Country is a remarkable read one of my greatest surprise finds and certainly one of the best I’ve read so far in 2017 It’s autobiographical philosophical speculative poetic and thoughtful It captures the silent meditations of a man who has spent much of his life exploring the darkness mapping his journey through that vivid land without color from which he sends us his discoveries and musings Highly recommended for those who enjoy Walden as well as other works by Thoreau Emerson and beautifully written philosophical treatises A great river of stars spilled southward over the low hills and a cold wind began to race me onward Bone hunters were lonely people I thought briefly as I turned on the car heat for comfort It had something to do with time Perhaps in the end we did not know where we belonged

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The Night CountryL world Loren Eiseley’s essays in The Night Country explore those moments often dark and unexpected when chance encounters disturb our ordinary understandings of the universe The naturalist here seeks neither “salvation in facts” nor solace in wil Although Loren Eiseley has this to say about nature writers such as Gilbert White Richard Jefferies and W H Hudson the words apply eually to himself Even though they were not discoverers in the objective sense one feels at times that the great nature essayists had individual perception than their scientific contemporaries Theirs was a different contribution They opened the minds of men by the sheer power of their thought The world of nature once seen through the eye of genius is never seen in uite the same manner afterward A dimension has been added something that lies beyond the careful analyses of professional biologyEiseley's writing is lyrical deeply reflective even melancholic The essays in this book defy a simple description Are they examples of nature writing? Memoir? Reflections on archaeology and anthropology? Ruminations on the external and internal worlds of the human? Essays on education and what it means to be a teacher? The essays are drawn from all this gain synergy become something larger and memorable It is rare I feel to find emerging from the pen of a scientist educator and thinker prose of such grace and humilityStill there are those who would complain of such writing flay his ornamentation of ideas rubbish his reflection as mysticism It is difficult to imagine Eiseley himself being able to publish some of these essays in the literary and nature magazines of the present day Where are the details? the editors may ask The specifics the hook the motif thread conflict and denouement? Or they might return his manuscript advising him as one of his colleagues did in all seriousness to 'explain himself' perhaps 'confess' the state of his mind and internal world in the pages of a scientific journal In Eiseley's words again No one need object to the elucidation of scientific principles in clear unornamental prose What concerns us is the fact that there exists a new class of highly skilled barbarians not representing the very great in science who would confine men entirely to this diet Fortunately Eiseley does not join the ranks of the barbarians even as he admits in Obituary of a bone hunter with due humility that his own scientific career is marked by no great discoveries that his is but a life dedicated to the folly of doubt the life of a small bone hunter