"Rough, tough, combative . . . a passionately felt, deeply poetic
book."--Edwin Way Teale, The New York Times Book Review
"This is not primarily a book about the desert," writes Edward Abbey in
his introduction. "In recording my impressions of the natural scene I
have striven above all for accuracy, since I believe that there is a
kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact. But the desertis a
vast world, an oceanic world, as deep in its way and complex and various
as the sea. Language makes a mighty loose net with which to go fishing
for simple facts, when facts are infinite. If a man knew enough he could
write a whole book about the juniper tree. Not juniper trees in general
but that one particular juniper tree which grows from a ledge of naked
sandstone near the old entrance to Arches National Monument. What I have
tried to do then is something a bit different. Since you cannot get the
desert into a book any more than a fisherman can haul up the sea with
his nets, I have tried to create a world of words in which the desert
figures more as medium than as material. Not imitation but evocation has
been the goal."