Abbey, Edward. Beyond the Wall. New York, NY. Holt, Rinehart,
and Winston.
1984, 203 p. $14.95
Is it possible to yearn for miles upon miles of sand, rock, and temperatures
that soar above 100 degrees Fahrenheit? According to the gruff naturalist
and angry conservationist Edward Abbey the answer is yes. In his book
of
essays, Beyond the Wall, he takes the reader on a journey through what
some
might consider no-man's land- the desert of the American southwest.
Abbey most definitely takes the reader beyond walls and into his life
and
explorations as a self-proclaimed "desert rat". He walks through the
canyonlands of Utah, hikes across the dunes of Northern Mexico, rafts
the
Colorado River through Glen Canyon and also rafts through the Alaskan
wilderness. Abbey's tone throughout these ten essays is one of wonder
at the
harsh beauty of nature and a contained rage at those who destroy it
with
technological "progress".
In his essay, "The Damnation of a Canyon", Abbey remembers a past when
nature was for everyone, not limited to the affluent who can afford
the now
necessary expensive equipment or pre-packaged tours. Abbey's sarcasm
makes
his point clearly:
If Rainbow Bridge is worth
seeing at all, then by God it should be
easily and readily available to everybody with the money to buy a big
powerboat. Why should a trip to such a place be the privilege only
of
those who are willing to walk six miles? Or if Pikes Peak is worth
getting to, then why not build a highway to the top of it so that anyone
can get there? Anytime? Without effort?
Abbey's longing for these places before technology does not overwhelm
or
seem too excessive. His view of the present and future of the canyonlands
is
dim, but he seems to come by it honestly in his appreciation for nature.
Throughout the essays Abbey's tirades against a technological society
become
somewhat predictable, but not so intrusive that the reader can't enjoy
his
writing. His coarse sense of humor and sarcastic tone will most likely
leave
many readers nodding in agreement, and smiling at Abbey's sometimes
comical
rage.
Somewhat of a naturalist, Abbey's descriptions of flora and fauna seem
to be
a fairly even mix of scientific information and plain old observation.
For
any amateur nature admirer, like myself, these descriptions are enough.
He
avoids sounding too technical, but still sounds knowledgeable- at least
enough so that I believe what he says. The heart of each essay comes
through
in these descriptions of the desert environment that he immerses himself
in
again and again. Abbey has the ability to come off as a sincere lover
of
wild things and places without seeming sentimental or sappy. His passion
for
nature is evident in his essay "Desert Images". He begins the essay;
"Of all
natural forms the sand dunes are the most elegant- so simple, severe,
bare.
Nature in the nude." Abbey is able to find perfection and peace where
others
see miles of what seems like nothing. In fact, this seems to be what
appeals
to him the most: "Life is gaunt and spare in the desert; that's what
old
time desert rats like best about it."
This collection of essays appeals to me on many levels. I have the feeling
it will do the same for anyone who appreciates nature, the humor of
sarcasm,
and the peace of solitude. I find myself in agreement with Abbey on
the
downward spiral of the natural world due to the greed and laziness
of a
technological society. He saw disregard and destruction of nature happening
in his lifetime and anyone who cares enough to pay attention can see
the
direct effect of "progress" on wild places now. Beyond the Wall is
worth the
read, but let me make a small disclaimer. These essays may trigger
a desire
to get outside and see the world that Abbey has seen and love it as
he loved
it. Abbey's true purpose seems to be to inspire the reader. In his
preface
he writes:
Beyond the wall of the unreal
city, beyond the security fences
topped
mutilated rivers, beyond the rage of lies that poisons the
air, there is another
world waiting for you. It is the old true
world of the deserts,
the mountains, the forests, the islands, the
shores, the open plains. Go
there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly
deep within it.
May your trails be dim,
lonesome, stony, narrow, winding, and only
slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes
fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog
serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse
your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great
Bear watch over you by night.