Postcards from Ed presents Abbey’s uproarious and
inflammatory take on:
Literature, the West, Wallace Stegner, dreams, Bob Dylan
children, Hunter S. Thompson, war, John Erlich, enemies,
editors, critics, Noam Chomsky, music, sex, Aspen,
civilization, Christians, anarchy, family, the publishing
world, Tom Wolfe and Thom Wolfe, Buddhism, trophy hunting,
Brower, Foreman, the NRA, vasectomies, God, Wendell Berry,
men, John McPhee, Robert Redford, wilderness, Desert
Solitaire, The Monkey Wrench Gang, New York, the Sierra
Club, “Mizz” Magazine, off-road vehicles, the Bible, the
East, Jim Harrison, Pirsig, feminism, cheerleaders, Edward
Hoagland, patriotism, Franny and Zooey, the Bond Girls,
cooking, Mormons, immigration, Updike, mysticism, Jack
Kerouac, cowboys, love, Earth First!, cows, deserts, growth,
death, women, betrayal, and Annie Dillard.
“But hell, I do like to write letters. Much easier than
writing books.”—Edward Abbey
From the author of such famous/infamous books as The Monkey
Wrench Gang and Desert Solitaire, “Cactus” Ed Abbey’s
correspondence.
Over his forty-five-year career as author, educator, and
eco-saboteur, Edward Abbey’s postcards and letters were
legendary for their wisdom, savage wit, and, ultimately,
their ability to speak truth to power. Whether reminding his
editor to simplify (“I’ve had to waste hours erasing that
storm of flyshit on the typescript”), roasting hawkish
proponents of Vietnam, (“the Grim and Roaring Majority”), or
lending encouragement to fellow writers such as Cormac
McCarthy (“You must have made a compact with the Judge
Hisself to write such a book”), here we find the man
himself, intimate and revolutionary.
For new readers, this collection is an introduction to one
of the most iconoclastic, idiosyncratic, gloriously
hypocritical authors of our time—an authentic American voice
in the wilderness—a book that will leave them reeling. This
collection chronicles his growth as a writer and important
American figure, the early leanings of his environmental
policies and his development as an ornery figure on the
fringe of society.