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The Fool's Progress go inside Ebook The Fool s Progress, the fat masterpiece as Edward Abbey labeled it, is his most important piece of writing it reveals the complete Ed Abbey, from the green grass of his memory as a child in Appalachia to his approaching death in Tuscon at age sixty two When his third wife abandons him in Tucson, boozing, misanthropic anarchist Henry Holyoak Lightcap shoots his refrigeThe Fool s Progress, the fat masterpiece as Edward Abbey labeled it, is his most important piece of writing it reveals the complete Ed Abbey, from the green grass of his memory as a child in Appalachia to his approaching death in Tuscon at age sixty two When his third wife abandons him in Tucson, boozing, misanthropic anarchist Henry Holyoak Lightcap shoots his refrigerator and sets off in a battered pick up truck for his ancestral home in West Virginia Accompanied only by his dying dog and his memories, the irascible warhorse a stand in for the real Abbey begins a bizarre cross country odyssey determined to make peace with his past and to wage one last war against the ravages of progress A profane, wildly funny, brash, overbearing, exquisite tour de force The Chicago Tribune. Edward Paul Abbey 1927 1989 was an American author and essayist noted for his advocacy of environmental issues, criticism of public land policies, and anarchist political views.Abbey attended college in New Mexico and then worked as a park ranger and fire lookout for the National Park Service in the Southwest It was during this time that he developed the relationship with the area s environment that influenced his writing During his service, he was in close proximity to the ruins of ancient Native American cultures and saw the expansion and destruction of modern civilization His love for nature and extreme distrust of the industrial world influenced much of his work and helped garner a cult following.Abbey died on March 14, 1989, due to complications from surgery He was buried as he had requested in a sleeping bag no embalming fluid, no casket His body was secretly interred in an unmarked grave in southern Arizona.. Bestseller Books The Fool's Progress Recently, a group of my guy friends decided to form a book club. One reason: all our wives were already in one, and we felt the need to exercise our own intellects. The real reason: the NFL is over for the year, and we needed an excuse to drink beer on Sunday. (An excuse other than “it’s Sunday!”). In the abstract, I should love being part of a book club. I like reading. I like talking about what I’ve read. I like to drink. It seems a no-brainer. However – and this a big “however” – I hate being told what to read. It causes me to flash back to the trauma of high school English, where a succession of teachers peddling a succession of impenetrable, unwarranted classics, nearly strangle-choked my once-strong love for the written word. I have two shelves groaning with stacks of unread books. Book I want to get around to reading. Joining a book club was an exercise in relinquishing control. The upside – I discovered Edward Abbey’s The Fool’s Progress. Before the fateful day – our book club’s inaugural event, where we got drunk and chose the first book – I’d never heard of Edward Abbey. My natural self-hating side wants to deride my own ignorance, but I’m not really to blame. There are millions of books and just as many authors. The herd is culled by a small elite of tastemakers, so that the same one hundred books end up on the Greatest 100 Books list every time that list gets made. The rest of the time, I get my literary recommendations from Amazon, based on a complex algorithm that utilizes my browsing history and purchasing history and then reaches its hand into my wallet and takes the money I need to buy diapers. I shouldn’t be surprised it took me this long to find The Fool’s Progress. I’m just happy I found it at all. My newfound love of this book is that special alchemy of the joy of discovery and the appreciation of great quality. The semiautobiographical The Fool’s Progress is the story of Henry Holyoak Lightcap, an Appalachian boy turned soldier, philosophy student, welfare officer, and park ranger. He is a nonconformist, a blowhard, a functioning alcoholic, and a serial philanderer. One of the supreme achievements of this novel is finding the vulnerable soul buried deep within the irredeemable jackass.The novel takes place along two different timelines. The narrative backbone is set in the book’s present, sometime in the 1980s. In this storyline, Henry has just watched his third wife Elaine storm out of the house, leaving him for good. Henry shoots his refrigerator, packs his few belongings (including a hose for siphoning gas), and gets into his pickup truck (joined by a dying dog) for a cross-country journey back to Appalachia and his brother Will. Henry’s trip, fueled by an ever-present six-pack, takes him along deserted back-roads and through small, forgotten towns. He spends his nights in dingy motels or camped on the roadside beneath the stars. Along the way, he stops to bid farewell to old friends, whose help Henry adamantly declines.The second timeline is a series of chronologically placed flashbacks to Henry’s life that are interspersed throughout his eastward passage home. The flashbacks begin with Henry’s childhood, in Stump Creek, West Virginia in 1927, and covers his life all the way up to the present day, gradually revealing the entire course of Henry’s tumultuous life (along with some of the mysteries as to why he is who he is). The scope of this second timeline is truly epic. It takes you from the scrubby Lightcap farm in West Virginia coal country, to the battlefields of World War II Italy; from the streets of a grimy, pre-corporatized New York City to the pristine beauty of America’s National Parks.The structure of The Fool’s Progress is fairly standard in its coupling of a road trip with flashbacks. This probably won’t be the first book you’ve read in which an aging man moves forward while looking back. Here, the quality is the thing. I’ve never read anything else by Edward Abbey (as previously noted), but his talent leaps off the page. This book is the product of an author at the height of his powers, in control of his material, who is utterly confident in the way he's going to tell the story. When he wants to switch between the first-person point-of-view to the third-person point-of-view on the same page, he does it. When he wants to describe an entire sandlot baseball game between competing West Virginia towns, he devotes a chapter to the affair: There is a certain unmistakable sound that ballplayer and fan recognize instantly, as if engraved on memory and soul among those clouds of glory on the other side of birth, beyond the womb, long ago before conception when even God himself was only a gleam in a witch doctor’s eye.The sound of the long ball.All faces turned toward the sky, toward the far-flung splendor of an Appalachian sunset, and saw Red’s departing pellet of thread, cork, rubber and frazzled leather rise like a star into the last high beams of the sun, saw it ascending high, higher and still higher over Jock Spivak’s outstretched despairing arms in the remotest part of center field, far above the fence, over the trees and beyond the creek, where it sank at last into twilight and disappeared (for two weeks) in the tangled fodder of Mr. Prothrow’s cornfield.Sonny Adams followed by Elman Fetterman came trotting across home plate, dancing in delight. Blacklick 21, Stump Creek 20, Stump Creek 21. The home team swarmed with joy around the runners, waiting for the last and winning run.But where exactly was it? That winning run? Where was Red? Red was nowhere. Red was everywhere. Red stood in front of home plate leaning on his bat, watching his first hit of the game vanish into immortality somewhere southwest of Stump Crick. Run? he said. What the hell do you mean, run? Hit’s a home run, hain’t it? What the hell I gotta run round them goldamn bases fer? He spat a filthy gob of tobacco juice into the trenched soil at his feet, shouldered his bat in disgust and strode down the red-dog road, headed for Ginter’s hollow…There are times when the writing is a bit too precious, exuding a certain smugness of ability. Mainly, though, I was uniformly wowed. The dialogue is sharp. The characterizations are memorable. There are gorgeous descriptions of nature. There is a profound melding of the bitter and the sweet, moments that are near laugh-out-loud funny, and moments of sadness that will steal your breath. Abbey peppers his story with audacious set pieces – a requiem of war in Italy; a manic day in a New York City welfare office; a family funeral – that are entirely different from each other in tone, setting, and content, yet act together to envelop you into a fully-formed story. As wild and fantastical as Henry’s life is, it feels like a real life. I could go on. I could take all day listing my favorite scenes. There is a romantic interlude during the novel’s final third that absolutely blew me away. It was passionate, quixotic, almost discordant with the rest of the novel; yet Abbey’s story – his conceptualization of Henry Lightcap – depends on this interlude working. And it does. Everything in this book works. All the different threads and stories and characters who weave in and out like the stitches of a quilt. The Fool’s Progress is an instant all-timer on the mystical bookshelf in my brain. There is always something more to make of a book. Certainly there are probably a dozen themes running through The Fool’s Progress that I blithely missed (according to Wikipedia, it’s about a man’s “refusal to submit to modern society”). Henry has a lot of opinions that he isn’t shy about sharing, and many of them are probably the opinions of Edward Abbey, whose own life provides the skeleton for Henry’s. I connected with this book on a much simpler level. It’s funny and heartbreaking and ugly and beautiful and it’s profane and tender and light and dark. Life is all those things, so a good book about life has to include them too.
The Fool s Progress An Honest Novel Abbey, Edward A Fool s Progress is a story about a man going home in ways than one The story is also about justifying happiness and not always feeling worthy of it when you do find it That feeling that something has got to go wrong surfaces in this book as it does in real life when one is feeling true happiness. The Fool s Progress by Edward Abbey The semiautobiographical The Fool s Progress is the story of Henry Holyoak Lightcap, an Appalachian boy turned soldier, philosophy student, welfare officer, and park ranger He is a nonconformist, a blowhard, a functioning alcoholic, and a serial philanderer. The Fool s Progress The Fool s Progress An Honest Novel Abbey, Edward A Fool s Progress is a story about a man going home in ways than one The story is also about justifying happiness and not always feeling worthy of it when you do find it That feeling that something has got to go wrong surfaces in this book as it does in real life when one is feeling true happiness. The Fool s Progress Edward Abbey Macmillan The Fool s Progress, the fat masterpiece as Edward Abbey labeled it, is his most important piece of writing it reveals the complete Ed Abbey, from the green grass of his memory as a child in Appalachia to his approaching death in Tuscon at age sixty two When his third wife abandons him in Tucson, boozing, misanthropic anarchist Henry Holyoak Lightcap shoots his refrigerator and sets off in The Fool s Progress An Honest Novel Audible A Fool s Progress is a story about a man going home in ways than one The story is also about justifying happiness and not always feeling worthy of it when you do find it That feeling that something has got to go wrong surfaces in this book as it does in real life when one is feeling true happiness.