But none of these writers satirizes or undercuts his or her own worshipful voice. Whether one looks back toward writers like Muir and Jeffers, or across to Lopez and Eiseley, or Dillard, one finds a reverential feeling for wild nature. In exerting this pressure on reverence, the skeptical and ironic voice toughens and tempers the profession of celebratory faith in Desert Solitaire. This ironical strain challenges the reverential vision by anticipating and expressing the secular doubt inherent in the postmodern cultural context in which Abbey and his readers find them selves. Abbey gains author ity for his underlying celebratory vision of the western landscape by skillfully interweaving in DesertSolitairethe voice of the irreverent ironist with that of the celebrant. 22 WesternAmerican Literature I would argue though, that while he is a genuine nature writer, he is perhaps unique among that species in subjecting the narrative voice which celebrates nature to a fortifying bath ofirony. Beside sharing this outward-looking focus on the natural world, Abbey constructs, like most nature writers, a powerful critique of the anthropocentrism, or overweening human pride, which seems to be at the heart of the environmental crisis. Abbey echoes him: “I am here not only to evade for a while the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it’s possible, the bare bones of existence, the elemental and fundamental, the bed rock that sustains us” (6). And elsewhere he claims, “Be it life or death, we crave only reality” (400).
Thoreau asserts, “we are enabled to apprehend at all what is sublime and noble only by perpetually instilling and drenching of the reality which surrounds us” (399). And he shares the nature writers’precious and triumphant resistance to the nihilism which pervades so much of modern life and literature. His protestations notwithstanding, I believe that in Desert Solitaire Abbey is indeed a nature writer in the final analysis he is earnest, even pious (in the non-self-righteous sense of the word) toward the over whelming, soul-filling source of value he finds in non-human nature.
Rhapsody, except in minute doses, is always hard to swallow” (Introduction xi). One suspects that Abbey’s fiercely independent soul feared being grouped with writers whose names carried connotations of ear nestness, reverence, and perhaps even piety: “Our nature writers are such a sober, solemn, misty-eyed lot.
I’ve done plenty of plain living, out of necessity, but don’t know how to maintain a constant level of high thinking” (Journey Homevii). He says, “Much as I admire the work of Thoreau, Muir, Leopold, Beston, Krutch, Eiseley and others, I have not tried to write in their tradition. In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:ĭ A V I D C O P L A N D M O R R I S University of Washington-Tacoma Celebration and Irony:The Polyphonic Voice ofEdwardAbbey’sDesert Solitaire Edward Abbey resisted being called a nature writer, but it is under that label that his classic Desert Solitaireis shelved in the bookstores.