"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

20 October 2016

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Hemingway is gone.

Abbey is gone.

Harrison is gone.

Peacock is now my living spirit-animal ...

He emerges from the wild with stories, and then he writes them down.

His intent is to have the experience—to get the hands dirty in the raw wild, to smell wood smoke and earth in the clothes, to feel the warmth of the sun and the cold of the wind on the face, and to hear the warning growl of a grizzly bear into whose territory he has ventured.

He struggles to protect that experience because that experience helped him survive the savagery of war, and his reputation as a writer and a staunch activist for all things wild, particularly grizzlies, sits on him incidentally, he says.

Doug Peacock has spent most of his adult life giving voice to wilderness in America and across the globe, and he will be at the weeklong Northern Arizona Book Festival on Fri, Oct. 14, to tell some stories he’s come across along the way—including some about his friend, literary icon Jim Harrison.

“I have limited social skills,” Peacock says. “But when the work of the world needs to be done, and when I see something needs doing, I’ll do it.”

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