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A review by trentthompson
The Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey
5.0
Loved the prose (esp. the dialogue and humor), plot, and point. Kind of makes me want to get into trouble...
Excerpts/quotes that I loved:
- [Hayduke] made coffee on his tiny Primus stove. “Chemicals! Chemicals! I need chemicals!” he chanted (p. 32).
- Hayduke: We’ll work it out as we go along. Let our practice form our doctrine, thus assuring precise theoretical coherence (p. 89).
- Doc: If constructive vandalism turns destructive, what then? Perhaps we’ll be doing more harm than good. There are some who say if you attack the system you only make it stronger. Hayduke: Yeah—and if you don’t attack it, it strip-mines the mountains, damns all the rivers, paves over the desert and puts you in jail anyway (p. 142).
- Hayduke: My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don’t know anything else worth saving (p. 291).
- Hayduke and Abbzug camped illegally (not even a fire permit) against all regulations far from the blacktop down a closed-off fire road under the aspen trees. They woke up late and had breakfast in bed. Birds singing, sunshine, et cetera. Afterwards she said, “now I want something to eat” (p. 311).
Excerpts/quotes that I loved:
- [Hayduke] made coffee on his tiny Primus stove. “Chemicals! Chemicals! I need chemicals!” he chanted (p. 32).
- Hayduke: We’ll work it out as we go along. Let our practice form our doctrine, thus assuring precise theoretical coherence (p. 89).
- Doc: If constructive vandalism turns destructive, what then? Perhaps we’ll be doing more harm than good. There are some who say if you attack the system you only make it stronger. Hayduke: Yeah—and if you don’t attack it, it strip-mines the mountains, damns all the rivers, paves over the desert and puts you in jail anyway (p. 142).
- Hayduke: My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don’t know anything else worth saving (p. 291).
- Hayduke and Abbzug camped illegally (not even a fire permit) against all regulations far from the blacktop down a closed-off fire road under the aspen trees. They woke up late and had breakfast in bed. Birds singing, sunshine, et cetera. Afterwards she said, “now I want something to eat” (p. 311).