A rather unusual piece of work, and, to some extent, a period piece (published before I had a driver’s license), but I’m glad I read it. It’s very much related to, but quite different from, a lot of the climate change literature I read, but I found the context and the history fascinating.
What’s jarring is how, more that four decades (two score? a generation or two?) after the initial conversations (or "encounters"), the debate (or the battle lines remain the same. Alas.
I was unfamiliar with the author, and only vaguely familiar with the saga of the protagonist (the Archdruid, Dave Brower, and his role in the evolution of the Sierra Club), when a former student recommended this.
It’s an intriguing piece of conservation history and, I’m guessing for many, philosophy. But it’s also an extremely self-contained, modest, series of vignettes, snapshots, or, OK, “encounters.”
The premise is simple, elegant, and extremely effective. The author accompanies (and, one assumes, previously orchestrated), extended interactions with the Archdruid, Dave Brower, of Sierra Club fame/notoriety/controversy and a small number (three) of sophisticated, powerful, successful leaders of efforts/movements/initiatives/businesses/philosophies that Brower (and many conservationists) oppose.
These encounters are no mere negotiating table, conference room, or pedagogical debates; rather they are journeys over the ground, the battlespace, the specific/actual areas (often wilderness) in dispute (although some battles have already been won or lost or, at least temporarily, been suspended).
These are travelogues involving diametrically opposed combatants addressing - talking through and just as often not discussing - the legal and policy historical battlefields as they traverse the hotly disputed ground or resources that divide them.
I found the author’s prose evocative and powerful, even if I found the premise for the book as strange as it was effective. I may have to go back and look at some of McPhee’s other writings.
Quirky reviewer bias: I fully concede I'm partial to the book because there is a Bierstadt on the cover. No, not my favorite Bierstadt, but the more well known ones are all pretty epic. And, by the time you get to the end of the book, it's clear why this one is on the cover.