May 18, 2004
All the Strange Hours

After many years, I have looped back to pick up Loren Eisley again, who I was introduced to in 1987. The book of his I read then was about deafness and depression and insomnia, as well as anthropology. The Night Country, also an autobiography, ranges as widely. From the train ride home:

"A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other men call trifles. It is possible to refine the sense of time until an old shoe in the bunch grass or a pile of nineteenth-century beer bottles in an abandoned mining town tolls in one's head like a hall clock. This is the price one pays for learning to read time from surfaces rather than an illuminated dial. It is the melancholy secret of the artifact, the humanly touched thing."

Posted by dbrown at May 18, 2004 09:27 PM
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