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A Conversation with Loren Eisely with Dr. Eisely (All The Strange Hours: The Excavations of a Life)
1 CD

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• Amazon Sales Rank: #1140924 in Books
• Published on: 2006-04-24
• Original language: English
• Binding: Audio CD

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Yesterdays
Reading Loren Eiseley, you are a visitor in a world shaped by experiences that seldom have found a voice such as his. An isolated Nebraska childhood in the early decades of the 20th century, and an even more isolating experience riding the rails as a drifter during the Great Depression -- these are not auspicious beginnings for a respected writer or a scholar. His family was poor, and his deaf, deranged mother haunted his life. From early on, he was a loner, with a poet's sensibility, who learned to welcome the gifts of solitude and nature.

On fossil digs on the High Plains during his university summers, he developed a fascination for the evolution of life on planet Earth. He was at ease fathoming the great sweep of millennia in which this present era is hardly more than a brief moment. While very much a scientist of the mid-20th century, he regarded the Ice Age as a recent event. And this perspective colors his thoughts with a sense of wonder that modern day readers are not accustomed to finding in books on any topic.

Eiseley wrote as a scientist, but his vision was always personal, even when he was writing about vast subjects. As a writer, he had a remarkable ability to make his subject matter exciting and accessible to nonscientists. Though he was celebrated as a great nature writer, one of the best since Thoreau, his true subject is Time. In "All the Strange Hours" he looks back over his life of 75 years.

Not quite an autobiography, it is a collection of episodes that were key points in his life. Some are humorous, some poignant, some grimly sad, some angry. There are accounts of recovering his health in the Mojave of California, a trip to Tijuana, where his entire energy is spent keeping a drunken companion out of trouble, a "perfect day" drinking grape pop under a railway water tank with three other drifters.

He writes of academic politics, student unrest in the 60s, losing his hearing, stray dogs, wasps, dancing cranes, a cat that bows and another one that talks, ancient burial chambers, a jail break in a blizzard, and the impact of homo sapiens' discovery of fire. And there are fascinating accounts of dreams. As a writer, Eiseley has a wide ranging knowledge of many subjects, and the connections he makes between them are unpredictable and sometimes breath-taking.

If it hits you, it hits you hard
Loren Eiseley is a tremendously fine essayist. Sometimes, when people constantly sing the same praises of a person they admire, the praise loses much of its power. This may be the case with Mr. Eiseley - so many admirable people say so many admirable things about him that expectations are raised to the point where a perfect combination of Shakespeare and Carl Jung would be disappointing.

Maybe you need to have suffered one or more of the problems Eiseley has suffered in his life to begin to fully appreciate this book. Maybe you just need a strong sense of empathy. However it may be, All The Strange Hours is one of the few books I hold as a transforming treasure in my mind. I wept when I read it the first time; sometimes I have to put the book down when I am rereading it because the power of his words draws out feelings I was sure no one else could know about.

Yes, some of the stories are uneven, the prose not always polished. Perhaps that is to be expected when an extraordinarily insightful person turns introspective. A bright and honest light on all the places within, including the dark ones, can cause the voice to break and the hand to shiver.

Forget the hype. Read Loren Eiseley. Read him for his unexpected way of seeing and interpreting everyday events; read him for his lovely prose; read him for his evocative descriptions of the natural world; read him for the pangs of sorrow he evokes when he shows how humanity is the outcast, the snake in this world. And how sometimes humanity is the bringer of beauty, the reflector of light.

The Terrible Beauty of Existance
This is a beautifully written personal meditation on the impermance of life against the passage of time and the attendant sense of loss by a deeply compassionate existentialist who searches for the meaning within the design of nature. There is a palatable sense of both truth and despair. There is also a consistant thread of both awed respect and admiration for the immensity of "the terrible beauty" of existance. If you are looking for a book that balances the invisibly fine line between the light and the dark of insight from the perspective of a honest man who grasps both, this is your book.