Word: books
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...manuscripts and twice was so dissatisfied after reading proofs that he refused to allow the work to be printed. Finally, he took his research and a typewriter along on a European tour. "I was going to rewrite it all," he explains. "But still, it wasn't any book; it was just to satisfy the publishers who wanted to print something that we had a contract for. Follow me? So eventually I had my motorcycle accident and that just got me out of the whole thing, 'cause I didn't care anymore. As it stands now, I could...
...trained doctor of theology, encouraged his monks to mix with people in the bistros and shops of neighboring villages. At monastery masses, the traditional Host was replaced with crusty Breton bread passed around in baskets. "We have no right to do something simply because it is written in a book," Dom Besret explained. "It must be true to life. Otherwise, it's only theater...
...fact, that is precisely Eiseley's argument in this curious book: If science ignores the ancient intuitions of poets and primitives, it is likely to become an arrogant distortion of its own truth. Practicing the sensibility he preaches, Eiseley begins each chapter under the guise of an old-fashioned personal essayist. Almost casually, he recalls a walk on the beach, the odd behavior of his shepherd dog one stormy winter night, a dig among American rhinoceros bones...
...than a corrective statement on the modern view of the universe and the human priorities set within it. Like a latterday, lab-trained Hamlet, Eiseley confronts his fellow scientists with the charge that there are more things in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in their philosophy. His book is one long repeated warning that "the wild reality always eludes our grasp...
...remarkable book, Soul of Wood, Jakov Lind fixed the grayed and monstrous mindscape of wartime Germany more vividly than any other writer except Günter Grass. It is surprising, therefore, to realize that Lind, who was born in Vienna and lived out the war in Holland and Germany, is not a German author at all and now does not even write in German, his first language. He is, in fact, a 42-year-old Londoner (by adoption) who writes in English. His past still troubles him so that he refuses, for instance, to read the writing of most Germans...