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“The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.”

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Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader

This reader compiles a selection of works by Edward Abbey, a prominent figure in American literature known for his advocacy of environmental protection and his vivid portrayal of the natural world. The collection includes essays, short stories, and reflections on Abbey's experiences in the American West, offering readers a glimpse into his deep connection with nature and his passionate stance on conservation. more

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Edward Abbey
Edward Abbey

Edward Abbey was an American author known for his naturalist works and advocacy for environmental protection. His writings often take the desolate wilderness of the American Southwest as a backdrop, profoundly revealing the relationship between humans and nature. Abbey's writing style is unique, filled with humor and satire, and has had a profound impact on later generations. more

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