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Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey.
If you're looking to read the moralistic navel-gazing of a misogynistic, ageist, ableist, racist, borderline sociopathic man, this is the book for you. You will be regaled with stories about how Edward Abbey believes he's connected to nature (as he caves in a rabbit's skull with a rock), is better than those imprisoned by their "wheelchairs"—Abbey's way of referring to people who drive cars—despite causing damage to nature himself, and that he has a real grasp on the intricacies of humanity (all the while saying he will "let" disabled people use the National Parks in his desired utopia, that children will be outright banned, and making comparisons that somehow always portray women as being conquests of men).
He also has an interlude where he compares Muslims to animals ruled by instinct.
I can honestly say there was never a moment during this book that I felt Abbey would be a nice person to know. Memoirs don't need to be about nice people, but it fails the "interesting" test too. It really is just antiquated ramblings of a man upset about everything that isn't catered to him.
This is a dreadful book written by a dreadful personality.
If you're looking to read the moralistic navel-gazing of a misogynistic, ageist, ableist, racist, borderline sociopathic man, this is the book for you. You will be regaled with stories about how Edward Abbey believes he's connected to nature (as he caves in a rabbit's skull with a rock), is better than those imprisoned by their "wheelchairs"—Abbey's way of referring to people who drive cars—despite causing damage to nature himself, and that he has a real grasp on the intricacies of humanity (all the while saying he will "let" disabled people use the National Parks in his desired utopia, that children will be outright banned, and making comparisons that somehow always portray women as being conquests of men).
He also has an interlude where he compares Muslims to animals ruled by instinct.
I can honestly say there was never a moment during this book that I felt Abbey would be a nice person to know. Memoirs don't need to be about nice people, but it fails the "interesting" test too. It really is just antiquated ramblings of a man upset about everything that isn't catered to him.
This is a dreadful book written by a dreadful personality.