Cry Of The Wild by Foster, Charles, Like New Used, Free shipping in the US
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Cry Of The Wild by Foster, Charles, Like New Used, Free shipping in the US. What is it like to live in a world built by humans?. The wild has never stopped waiting. It has only ever been in exile, right under our noses, waiting to confound, outrage and re-enchant. Cry Of The Wild by Foster, Charles, ISBN 1804991759, ISBN-13 9781804991756, Like New Used, Free shipping in the US 'Evocative and beautifully written, it's a deeply immersive read' Observer 'Charles Foster is the most original voice in nature writing today - funny, urgent, poetic, philosophical and deeply moving' Patrick Barkham 'Utterly exhilarating... This book demands we change our ways' Lee Schofield 'There aren't many writers like Charles around... a deeply thought-provoking book' James Aldred 'Reading this book feels like being made suddenly omniscient. In other words, you really have to ' Tom Moorhouse 'Astonishingly playful, humorous, immensely varied and outrageously intelligent... The most inventive British writer presently at work on the theme of nature' Mark Cocker What is it like to live in a world built by humans? These eight genre-blending stories reveal the complexity, beauty and fragility of wild lives - a brilliantly modern twist on classics like Watership Down and Tarka the Otter . A fox , grown strong on pepperoni pizza from the dustbins of the East End, dances along a railway track towards Essex, the territory of wild foxes and wilder huntsmen. An orca , mourning the loss of her mother in a valley west of Skye, knows that she must now lead the pod as matriarch. She swims again through her childhood, thinking about the old ways, the old roads, laid down thousands of years ago. But the old roads aren't so easy now. At moonrise in a West Country river, an otter floats slowly downstream. The tide, though it pushes him landwards when it exhales, seems to pull him out when it inhales. He turns on his back. He can see the stars clearly for the first time and wonders if he can swim to them. The wild has never stopped waiting. It has only ever been in exile, right under our noses, waiting to confound, outrage and re-enchant.
