⋙ Descargar Black River Dreams Maximilian Werner 9781936008025 Books

Black River Dreams Maximilian Werner 9781936008025 Books

Download As PDF : Black River Dreams Maximilian Werner 9781936008025 Books

A celebration of fly fishing, alternately lyrical and meditative, mystical and sensuous, each of these 16 essays represents an exploration of the intersection between past and present, spirit and body, water and land, trout and people, ghosts and dreams. Whether Werner is describing his first and last time fly fishing as a boy on a stream in northern Maine or the golden evenings he and his wife cast to Apache trout cruising in the dim mountain light, he brings an ecologically informed, poetic sensibility to all of his fly-fishing encounters.

Black River Dreams Maximilian Werner 9781936008025 Books

This is book is really incredible. I've never been fly fishing before, and I live in New York City, so my interest in nature--what shamefully little there is--has been a bit paved over in time by haste and distraction, and I began Black River Dreams with a little skepticism as to its relevance or its ability to hold my interest, but man--I was completely wrong on both counts. I couldn't put it down. A collection of essays about fly fishing, the book reads more like a memoir or a novel of interconnected stories, driven by a calm and engaging narrative voice that is sincere, lighthearted and at times comic, and always entertaining. It's so much more than a book about fishing. I found myself deeply concerned with the natural habitats that Maximillian describes with such skill and poetry and sunk into a sort of trance, or a partnership with him as he tries to understand the world and our place within it. Sitting on the 1-train, heading downtown, I lost myself in the page and literally (I mean literally: missing a stop) forgot about the noise and clamor of the crowded subway and saw the landscape he evoked, the fishhooks as thin as eyelashes, the mist off the river as it rolled up into trees and hung along the edge of a pasture, a fishing line as it grew taught and bucked droplets and threw spray as it peeled off the reel, and the ever widening circles on a lake that meant the bluegills were feeding, and the Provo River in Utah, the White Mountain lakes in Arizona, the golden nymphal skins of cicadas that hung in the branches of a ponderosa pine, and I could almost, despite the noise--through the spell of his language--hear the landscape, too: the whisper of sleet in the cottonwoods, the whirr of insects, call of birds, trickle of water, rush of wind, pounding rain and thunder: as Ron Carlson writes on the back cover, Black River Dreams makes you want to go outside. He calls the book a "celebration and prayer to the world," and he's right. It reminds me of Hemingway's Nick Adams' stories and Maclean's A River Runs Through It, and even of Thoreau, since the book is full of philosophy--although never in a didactic sense, Maximillian is always trying to learn more than he is trying to teach and with a refreshing sensibility that is both earnest and playful, he invites us to join him in the process. It's so much more than a sedate exposition, however; episode after episode, there is real action in these pages--a bear in the back of a pickup truck stealing food, chased off with nothing but a small knife and a shouted threat, a dangerous encounter with wild horses in a pasture, near drowning, dehydration. Throughout the book, as Maximilian writes, he is "learning to resolve the contradictions of contemporary life," and how to live responsibly in a world that he will "inhabit for such a short time," and drawn in by his open-hearted reflection, I found myself learning along with him. Almost cheering for him, in a way. "The longer I live," he writes, "the more I want to know what is here. I think that is why, over time, I have tried to learn the names of things." And man, has he ever. Every animal, every tree, every land formation in these pages is identified, and it made me feel a little ashamed, sort of like Plato's cave dweller, surrounded by the vaguest of shadows, the real nature and names of which elude me. More than simply going outside, as Ron Carlson writes, Black River Dreams makes you want to pick up a book and learn. Along the sidewalk on the street where I live, for example--112th street in the Upper West Side--a bunch of evenly spaced trees have been shading my head-bent excursions for the past two years, as nameless to me as old architecture, but recently, inspired by Black River Dreams, I did a little research, and learned what they are. It didn't take much, go figure. Ginkgo trees. Their fanned, slightly glossy and delicately ribbed leaves look like miniature lily-pads, a dead giveaway. So even in the city, I guess, it's possible to deepen one's connection to and involvement with the natural world. Maximilian writes that our insights come through "the contemplation and appreciation of small things: the smell of leaves, the direction of the wind, and what is left unsaid between loved ones." And his book is full of them, of small things, I mean, to contemplate. I give it a huge, unqualified recommendation.

Product details Hardcover 176 pages Publisher Barclay Creek Press; 1st, No Additional Printings edition (December 3, 2009) Language English ISBN-10 1936008025

Tags : Black River Dreams [Maximilian Werner] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. A celebration of fly fishing, alternately lyrical and meditative, mystical and sensuous, each of these 16 essays represents an exploration of the intersection between past and present,Maximilian Werner,Black River Dreams,Barclay Creek Press,1936008025,Essays,Sports,Sports & Recreation,Sports & Recreation Essays
People also read other books :

• You are a warrior eBook Katie Yackley Moore Lucy Moore Niko Moore Sophia Moore Micah Moore
• The Lady Next Door edition by Jeffrey Pillow Literature Fiction eBooks
• Satyr from the Shadows The Cursed Satyroi Book 3 eBook Rebekah Lewis
• How to Feed a Lawyer And Other Irreverent Observations from the Legal Underground Evan Schaeffer 9780988391000 Books
• Havoc Edward Phillips Oppenheim 9781149032367 Books

Black River Dreams Maximilian Werner 9781936008025 Books Reviews

I've not fished in over 40 years, since my Grandfather introduced me to fishing in Northeastern Arizona. That said, this book is an amazing collection of essays that explore life's significant moments that are shared with friends in the outdoors. Max writes beautifully and offers profound epiphanies that are both personal and spiritual. Anyone who senses the sacredness of nature, and the responsibilities that sacredness implies, will love this book. These "Dreams" will leave you wanting to pack up and head outdoors.
Werner says he enjoys the mysticism of Maclean and the biological realism of Hemingway; the sensitive reader will feel the influence of each in this collection. Never pretentious, often self-deprecating, you'll walk with Werner through some of his worst angling moments, but some of his best and most beautiful, too. The penultimate essay "Anglers' Ball," a meditation on a day of fishing with a dying friend, is worth the price of the book.
I read Werner's Black River Dreams while fishing dark water, glancing over my shoulder for bear between casts, and waking at daylight to strange cabin dreams. So his book fit well with my experience, although I'm not sure it's a good idea to read a book about someone doing something while you are doing it. Maybe an instruction manual on fly fishing, but not the poetic account of fishing that Werner offers... I particularly enjoyed his understanding of bait fishermen and the killing of fish, having grown up the son of a commercial fisherman where big fish and killing were common. Reading Werner's book reminded me that fisherwomen and fishermen have similar questions. And he offers an occasional tip for those of us still learning the details of fly fishing... It's a nice collection of great stories, vivid characters in knee-deep water.
I love this book It takes me away from the harsh world .
Right from the Preface Max has a way of engaging the reader. I am not much of a fly fisherwoman but can relate to everything he is saying from mayflies to interpreting our environment. My family spends a lot of time enjoying the outdoors on rivers and lakes boating, camping, hiking, biking, skiing, hunting, and learning from our fragile planet. Max says "...ecology not only changed how I looked at myself, but also how I viewed other people and the many animals I encountered while on the water. Suddenly the activity of fly fishing had become an opportunity to speculate, wonder, and reflect on the seamlessness and grandeur of life."
Anyone who loves the outdoors will enjoy this book and hopefully will walk away with a new appreciation of the environment. Whatever gets one outdoors is a good activity. When we are outside we should "be still" so we can listen, look and feel our surroundings. We can learn so much from our interactions with and observations of the environment. Max is a good example of this throughout the book.
This is a wonderful book. The reader will not be disappointed. I love it!
This book will stay with you long after you put it down. It is an intimate look inside Mr. Werner's thoughts, feelings, and perceptions about life...all viewed from the serenity of the out-of-doors,with birds chattering overhead,the smell of the woods and the moist dirt, and from the banks of a river. It is more than a book about fishing. It is a book about life, death, relationships and families. And we are compelled to look inside ourselves with Mr. Werner's help and see that we are all ONE with the cosmos. It is also a book of prose, beautifully written, so descriptive you feel privileged to be there with this talented young writer and see and feel what he sees and feels on his own quest and personal journey. I highly recommend this book.
This is book is really incredible. I've never been fly fishing before, and I live in New York City, so my interest in nature--what shamefully little there is--has been a bit paved over in time by haste and distraction, and I began Black River Dreams with a little skepticism as to its relevance or its ability to hold my interest, but man--I was completely wrong on both counts. I couldn't put it down. A collection of essays about fly fishing, the book reads more like a memoir or a novel of interconnected stories, driven by a calm and engaging narrative voice that is sincere, lighthearted and at times comic, and always entertaining. It's so much more than a book about fishing. I found myself deeply concerned with the natural habitats that Maximillian describes with such skill and poetry and sunk into a sort of trance, or a partnership with him as he tries to understand the world and our place within it. Sitting on the 1-train, heading downtown, I lost myself in the page and literally (I mean literally missing a stop) forgot about the noise and clamor of the crowded subway and saw the landscape he evoked, the fishhooks as thin as eyelashes, the mist off the river as it rolled up into trees and hung along the edge of a pasture, a fishing line as it grew taught and bucked droplets and threw spray as it peeled off the reel, and the ever widening circles on a lake that meant the bluegills were feeding, and the Provo River in Utah, the White Mountain lakes in Arizona, the golden nymphal skins of cicadas that hung in the branches of a ponderosa pine, and I could almost, despite the noise--through the spell of his language--hear the landscape, too the whisper of sleet in the cottonwoods, the whirr of insects, call of birds, trickle of water, rush of wind, pounding rain and thunder as Ron Carlson writes on the back cover, Black River Dreams makes you want to go outside. He calls the book a "celebration and prayer to the world," and he's right. It reminds me of Hemingway's Nick Adams' stories and Maclean's A River Runs Through It, and even of Thoreau, since the book is full of philosophy--although never in a didactic sense, Maximillian is always trying to learn more than he is trying to teach and with a refreshing sensibility that is both earnest and playful, he invites us to join him in the process. It's so much more than a sedate exposition, however; episode after episode, there is real action in these pages--a bear in the back of a pickup truck stealing food, chased off with nothing but a small knife and a shouted threat, a dangerous encounter with wild horses in a pasture, near drowning, dehydration. Throughout the book, as Maximilian writes, he is "learning to resolve the contradictions of contemporary life," and how to live responsibly in a world that he will "inhabit for such a short time," and drawn in by his open-hearted reflection, I found myself learning along with him. Almost cheering for him, in a way. "The longer I live," he writes, "the more I want to know what is here. I think that is why, over time, I have tried to learn the names of things." And man, has he ever. Every animal, every tree, every land formation in these pages is identified, and it made me feel a little ashamed, sort of like Plato's cave dweller, surrounded by the vaguest of shadows, the real nature and names of which elude me. More than simply going outside, as Ron Carlson writes, Black River Dreams makes you want to pick up a book and learn. Along the sidewalk on the street where I live, for example--112th street in the Upper West Side--a bunch of evenly spaced trees have been shading my head-bent excursions for the past two years, as nameless to me as old architecture, but recently, inspired by Black River Dreams, I did a little research, and learned what they are. It didn't take much, go figure. Ginkgo trees. Their fanned, slightly glossy and delicately ribbed leaves look like miniature lily-pads, a dead giveaway. So even in the city, I guess, it's possible to deepen one's connection to and involvement with the natural world. Maximilian writes that our insights come through "the contemplation and appreciation of small things the smell of leaves, the direction of the wind, and what is left unsaid between loved ones." And his book is full of them, of small things, I mean, to contemplate. I give it a huge, unqualified recommendation.