I can't recommend Wendell Berry enough, especially to left-leaning young people like myself, i.e. the urban smartass atheist hipster class. Like Marilynne Robinson, he has a way of being both humble and mindblowing at the same time, and you can't read his books fairly without questioning some or all of your beliefs regarding the environment, science, religion, work, art, the whole damn meaning of life, etc. He's a nice Christian farmer, yes, but he's also a smart and cutting writer: a liberal lured in by the back-cover promises of conservative critiques (which, rest assured, Berry provides) might be a little taken aback by Berry's defense of, oh, the pro-life stance. Though Berry's prose is always elegant, and his stances are always pacifistic, this is not, for all but maybe fifteen readers, comforting stuff. Like any other prophet worth their salt, the dude wants to provoke you. He wants a conversation. And given that he's one of, like, two people who are allowed to advocate the pleasures of rural living on a national stage, I think we should hear him out.