The Serpents of Paradise
Contents ( 49)
- Contents
- Editor’s Note
- I
- Ned: The Early Years
- 1927–37: Stump Creek, West Virginia
- Hallelujah on the Bum
- How It Was
- Drunk in the Afternoon
- Journal IV
- II
- Ed: The Early Years
- From The Fool’s Progress
- From The Brave Cowboy
- Manhattan Twilight, Hoboken Night
- Author’s Introduction to Desert Solitaire
- The First Morning
- The Serpents of Paradise
- Polemic: Industrial Tourism and the National Parks
- Tukuhnikivats, the Island in the Desert
- Appalachian Pictures
- Appalachia, Good-bye
- My Life as a P.I.G., or The True Adventures of Smokey the Cop
- III
- Ed Moves On
- From Black Sun
- 1971–77: Henry in Love—An Interlude
- The Wooden Shoe Conspiracy
- The Raid at Comb Wash
- Death Valley Junk
- Meeting the Bear
- Aravaipa Canyon
- IV
- Postlude
- A Colorado River Journal
- From Good News
- Desert Images
- The Damnation of a Canyon
- Gather at the River
- River Solitaire
- Free Speech
- Theory of Anarchy
- Eco-Defense
- A Writer’s Credo
- Immigration and Liberal Taboos
- Abbey The Fool’s Progress
- Postlude
- A Few Words in Memory of Edward Abbey
- A Selected Bibliography of Works by Edward Abbey
- Acknowledgments


If certain ideas and emotions are expressed in these pages with what seems an extreme intransigence, it is not merely because I love an argument and wish to provoke (though I do), but because I am—really am—an extremist, one who lives and loves by choice far out on the very verge of things, on the edge of the abyss, where this world falls off into the depths of another. That’s the way I like it.
—E.A.
(From the Introduction to The Journey Home)
Contents
Editor’s Note
I. Ned: The Early Years
1927–37: Stump Creek, West Virginia
Hallelujah on the Bum
How It Was
Drunk in the Afternoon
Journal IV: November 10, 1951—Edinburgh, Scotland
II. Ed: The Early Years
From The Fool’s Progress
From The Brave Cowboy
Manhattan Twilight, Hoboken Night
Author’s Introduction to Desert Solitaire
The First Morning
The Serpents of Paradise
Polemic: Industrial Tourism and the National Parks
Tukuhnikivats, the Island in the Desert
Appalachian Pictures
Appalachia, Good-bye
My Life as a P.I.G., or The True Adventures of Smokey the Cop
III. Ed Moves On
From Black Sun
1971–77: Henry in Love—An Interlude
The Wooden Shoe Conspiracy
The Raid at Comb Wash
Death Valley Junk
Meeting the Bear
Aravaipa Canyon
IV. Postlude
A Colorado River Journal
From Good News
Desert Images
The Damnation of a Canyon
Gather at the River
River Solitaire: A Daybook
Free Speech: The Cowboy and His Cow
Theory of Anarchy
Eco-Defense
A Writer’s Credo
Immigration and Liberal Taboos
Postlude to The Fool’s Progress
“A Few Words in Memory of Edward Abbey” by Wendell Berry
A Selected Bibliography of Works by Edward Abbey
Acknowledgments
Editor’s Note
THIS BOOK is different from any other Edward Abbey book. It includes essays, travel pieces and fictions to reveal Ed’s life directly, in his own words.
The selections gathered here are arranged chronologically by incident, not by date of publication, to offer Edward Abbey’s life from the time he was the boy called Ned in Home, Pennsylvania, until his death in Tucson at age 62. A short note introduces each of the four parts of the book and attempts to identify what’s happening in the author’s life at the time. When relevant, some details of publishing history are provided.
“Abbey was an autobiographer: whether writing fact or fiction, he remains Edward Abbey,” declares the farmer-poet Wendell Berry, “speaking as and for himself, fighting, literally, for dear life. He understands that to defend and conserve oneself as a human being in the fullest, truest sense, one must defend and conserve many others and much else.” Berry believes that Abbey “is fighting for the survival not only of nature, but of human nature, of culture, as only our heritage of works and hopes can define it.”
One of Abbey’s friends, the poet Richard Shelton, has worried publicly that when the underground (read subversive) tag is applied to Abbey’s work, his enemies, especially the boomers and the serpents—those bent on destroying the remnant paradise—are given leave to dismiss it. Shelton writes: “Abbey’s very specific suggestions are aimed at conserving, not destroying. And if, when he makes them, his tone at times is somewhat strident and abrasive, beneath it I always hear the voice of a lover trying desperately to protect the thing he loves.”* Fact is Abbey knew what he was writing about: the details checked out. To confound his vehemence with inaccuracy is a mistake.