Editorial Reviews. From the Inside Flap. Anthropologist and naturalist Loren Eiseley blends scientific knowledge and imaginative vision in this story of man. Loren Eiseley (September 3, – July 9, ) was an American anthropologist, educator, . Consider the case of Loren Eiseley, author of The Immense Journey, who can sit on a mountain slope beside a prairie-dog town and imagine. Anthropologist and naturalist Loren Eiseley blends scientific knowledge and imaginative vision in this story of man.

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He suffers from a nostalgia for which there is no remedy upon earth except as it is to be found in the enlightenment of the spirit–some ability to have a perceptive rather than an exploitive relationship with his fellow creatures. There can be no question that Loren Eiseley maintains a place of eminence among nature writers. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.

The mind has sunk away into its beginnings among old roots and the obscure tricklings and movings that stir inanimate things. I would recommend it to anyone.

Jun 17, BrandonCWalters rated it liked it. Sometimes sickly, at other times testing his strength with that curious band of roving exiles who searched the land above the rippling railroad ties, he explored his soul as he sought to touch the distant past. Eiseley credits Blyth with the development of the idea, and even the coining of the words ” natural selection ,” which Darwin absorbed and enlarged upon The book was originally written a good sixty to seventy years ago and so, as I read it now, it feels somewhat dated and familiar in its philosophical forays.

New Light on the Evolutionists”.

iimmense The poetic writing style explains many ideas on evolution, his eiesley on Nature and man’s place in it. His story begins with his childhood experiences as a sickly afterthought, weighed down by the loveless union of his parents. As for me, I believe nature capable of this, and having been part of the flow of the river, I feel no envy–any more than the frog envies the reptile or an ancestral ape should envy man.


After a while the skilled listener can distinguish man’s noise from the katydid’s rhythmic assertion, allow for the offbeat of a rabbit’s thumping, pick up the autumnal monotone of crickets, and find in all of them a grave pleasure without admitting any to a place of preeminence in his thoughts.

I puzzled with Eiseley over the mysterious naked bipedal prolonged adolescence and large brain of our species and how it came to be. Retrieved from thhe https: Tomas, promiscuous, has finally surrendered to Tereza, long suffering.

Loren Eiseley (Author of The Immense Journey)

In the spring a migratory impulse or perhaps sheer boredom struck him. A poet, MacKnight Black, has spoken of being “limbed.

He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Rick Bass, Annie Dillard, Edward Abbey and other acclaimed nature writers have admitted to artistic license. He uses his own experiences, reactions to the paleontological record, and wonderment at the world to address the topic of evolution. Water has merely leapt out of vapor and thin nothingness in the night sky to array itself in form.

They probe the concept of evolution, which consumed so much of his scholarly attention, examining the bones and shards, the arrowpoints and buried treasures.

Wikimedia Commons has media related to Loren Eiseley. That’s because he crosses fields of study so gracefully you don’t really know where he “belon I have enough books on my shelves that I often find myself searching fruitlessly for something I eoseley I have. Benjamin Franklin Professor of Anthropology and History of Science at the University of Pennsylvania, Loren Eiseley — was a prairie child growing up in Lincoln, Nebraska, son of a hardware-salesman father and a deaf mother, his parents living together but estranged.

The story is told and retold, passed down from one generation to another. One of us, yet most uncommon They became aware that evolution had occurred without knowing how.

This book by Loren Eiseley is inspired. The answer comes in the eloquent, moving central essay of his new book.

The Immense Journey : NPR

An anthropologist, a scholar, a poet, a genius. From tohe was provost at the University of Pennsylvania, and in the University of Pennsylvania created a special interdisciplinary professorial chair for him. Oct 20, Paige rated it liked it. One night when no one was about, he simply jumped out of his tank. I reveled in the descriptions of how angiosperms transformed the planet from green and brown to brilliant hues and made possible a great diversity of plant, insect, bird, mammalian and even specifically human life, finding it a very apt companion on a trip to Costa Rica’s cloud forest in Monteverde.


It is when all these voices cease and the waters are still, when along the frozen river nothing cries, screams or howls, that the enormous mindlessness of space settles down upon the soul. The ice had melted.

The Immense Journey

Going back for a re-read at sixty-five made me a little apprehensive that “you can’t go back. A wind ripple may be translating itself into life. I, too, was a microcosm of pouring rivulets and floating driftwood gnawed by the mysterious animalcules of my own creation.

Eiseley tthe his Ph. From the heights of a mountain, or a marsh at evening, it blends, not too badly, with all eiselej other sleepy voices that, in croaks or chirrups, are saying the same thing. He suggests that what goes on between our ears might be the “true” evolutionary pressure that has led us through the maze of development and ultimately resulted in our emergence.

It is, far lorej than any spatial adventure, the supreme epitome of the reaching out.

Loren Eiseley

Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Open Preview See a Problem? September 3, Lincoln, Nebraska. Like John Donneman lies in a close prison, yet it is dear to him. May I ask what it is that you are doing? The boy who became a famous naturalist was never again to see the spectacle except in his imagination.

It is only its nearness that is offensive. Every spring in the wet meadows and ditches I hear a little shrilling chorus which sounds for all the world like an endlessly hourney “We’re here, we’re here, we’re here,” And so they are, as frogs, of course.

Loren Eiseley, in prose that is closely related to poetry, demonstrates to the reader the awe-inspiring nature of being.