Böcker av John Lane

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Tells the story of John Lane's journey through the Southeast US, as he visits coyote territories: swamps, nature preserves, farm fields, suburbs, a tannery, and even city streets. On his travels he meets, interrogates, and observes those who interact with the animals - trappers, researchers, hunters, pet owners, and even a devoted coyote hugger.

John Lane's travelling geologist sings a dawning epoch's blues. The Anthropocene is upon us, and his poems show how humans believe they have become "the planet's boss, the big chief, the emperor of air, diesel fuel,/bow thrusters, and tax shelters".

Three months after a family vacation in Costa Rica ends in tragedy, Lane sets out with friends from his own backyard in upcountry South Carolina to calm his nerves and to paddle to the sea. Through it all, paddle stroke by paddle stroke, Lane is reminded why life and rivers have always been wedded.

This is John Lane's search for the real Chattooga, for the truths that reside somewhere in the river's rapids, along its shores, or in its travellers' hearts. Lane balances the dark, mythical river of Deliverance against the Chattooga known to locals and the outdoors enthusiasts who first mastered its treacherous vortices and hydraulics.

John Lane has scaled a granite dome in the Suriname rain forest and waded past cottonmouths in the heart of a Florida cypress swamp. He has shadowed crocodiles in a mangrove thicket. Waist Deep in Black Water offers a collection of Lane's writings on topics such as wilderness exploration, conversation, and family history.

This is a book about simplicity, not destitution, not parsimoniousness, not self-denial, but the restoration of wealth in the midst of an affluence in which we are starving the spirit.