Fragments of autobiography, journalistic battle debris, nightmares and daydreams, bits and butts of outdoors philosophizing, all stirred together in a blackened iron pot over a smoking fire of juniper, passionflower and thorny mesquite. Agitate. Redneck slumgullion, like any stew, makes a tasty, nutritious and coherent whole. And why not? Society too, human society, is like a stew – if you don’t keep it stirred up you get a lot of scum on top.
–Edward Abbey, from the introduction to The Journey Home
Here Abbey describes what is to come in this essay collection, but we also get a nice quick punchy taste of his voice and his perspective on humanity.