Jack Turner (2) (1942–)

Very enjoyable because I understand the mountaineering ethos. It’s about more than climbing though, it’s an observation of a year in the Tetons - philosophy, nature watching and conservation musings. I’m glad to have read it.

This is a complicated book. The first essays are what I call nature nostalgia, wherein the author writes about this idyllic time in the past, usually the author's childhood/early adulthood, when nature was unspoiled and a veritable Eden. It then goes on to decry the current state of nature. In one essay Turner repeatedly refers to National Parks as amusement parks, and writes, "Yosemite Valley is now more like Coney Island than a wilderness." Which is nonsense.

But later in the book, he show more expands on the idea a bit, discussing how we currently view nature as a resource to be managed, and how we have turned wildness into wilderness, and manage it as business, just as amusement parks and zoos are managed as businesses.

He has some interesting ideas, which I will think about for a long time, but I doubt I'll ever read this book again, and instead will raid its bibliography for new titles. show less

Turner's intellect is profound. His views on environmental preservation must be respected and considered. Turner is amazingly well-read, well-traveled, and highly contemplative. I will be thinking about this book until I return to it for a second go round. In the mean time, I will read Peacock, Abbey, Muir, Dillard, etc...