The Unexpected Universe

Here he writes from a naturalist's perspective on the unexpected and symbloic aspects of the universe. Read about seeds, heiroglyphs on shells, the Ice Age, lost tombs, city dumps and primative Man. The underlying theme is the desolation and renewal of our planet's history and experience.


Somber essays from an outstanding writer   July 13, 2000
Shawn Moses (Baltimore, MD)
20 out of 22 found this review helpful

Loren Eiseley's dark, brooding prose is unique in the annals of nature writing. "The Unexpected Universe" features some of what are considered Eiseley's best essays. Heavily autobiographical and deeply personal, these essays are not cheerful ramblings on the joy of communing with nature. They are bleak, lonely musings on the human condition. Sometimes, Eisely's scholarly style gets the best of him - his penchant for expounding upon the works of obscure authors taints some of his work with a pompous air. But his best moments more than make up for his bad ones. Eiseley's universe can be profound, ethereal, and dreamlike. Life, Eisely shows, is a journey of discovery filled with moments of awe, fear and sorrow, and occasionally, even with moments of joy. His writings rekindle our sense of wonder for a universe whose intricacies and secrets extend far beyond the boundaries of human understanding.


A moving meditation by a deeply poetic observer of the natural world   September 29, 2006
Shalom Freedman (Jerusalem,Israel)
4 out of 4 found this review helpful

There are a number of writers of works for the general public on scientific subjects ( Oliver Sachs, Lewis Thomas, Alan Lightman come first to mind) who in exploring their subjects provide profound and poetic insight into human nature and the human situation. Eiseley is such a writer also , and at times he writes passages of exquisite beauty. He often takes off from his own personal observation and in the course of reflection teaches truths about the natural world and the overall development of mankind.
He is no naive optimist and his brilliant essay in this volume comparing two of his great naturalist heroes, Darwin and Thoreau he speaks about the cruel and wasteful sides of the natural world. Even more he emphasizes the surprises the close observer of the natural world is often confronted by, the 'Unexpected Universe' of his title. Eiseley sees the mystery that is constantly the byproduct of close observation of nature.

"The evolution of a lifeless planet eventually culminates in green leaves. The altered and oxygenated air hanging above the continents presently invites the rise of animal apparitions compounded of formerly inert clay.
Only after long observation does the sophisticated eye succeed in labeling these events as natural rather than miraculous. There frequently lingers about them a penumbral air of mystery not easily dispersed.We seem to know much, yet we frequently find ourselves baffled.Humanity itself constitutes such a mystery, for our species arose and spread in a time of great extinctions. We are the final product of the Pleistocene period's millenial winters, whose origin is still debated.Our knowledge of this ice age is only a little over a century old, and the time of its complete acceptance even less. Illiterate man has lost the memory of that huge snowfall from whose depths he has emerged blinking."

In this context many of the best passages of this book relate to Eiseley's musings on prehistoric life and development of mankind. Some might find in this emphasis a hindrance to religious faith, but in one exceptionally telling passage of the book he shows the kind of friendly connection between scientific observation and religious faith which many of us would like to affirm.
"It is not sufficient any longer to listen at the end of a wire to the rustlings of the galaxies;it is not enough even to examine the great coil of DNA in which is coded the very alphabet of life. These are our extended perceptions.But beyond lies the great darkness of the ultimate Dreamer, who dreamed the light and the galaxies. Before act was, or substance existed, imagination grew in the dark. Man partakes of that ultimate wonder and creativeness. As we turn from the galaxies to the swarming cells of our own being, which toil for something , some entity beyond their grasp, let us remember man, the self- fabricator who came across an ice age to look into the mirrors and the magic of science. Surely he did not come to see himself or his wild visage only. He came because he is at heart a listener and search for some transcendent realm beyond himself."


Compassion--Our Last Great Hope   September 14, 2002
6 out of 7 found this review helpful

The title of this review is from Leo Bustad, DVM, PhD. Please read the essay "The Star Thrower" for a wonderfully poetic discussion of what sets us apart from "animals" and what connects us. For anyone who has ever thought about how we should act in relation to other species, this essay will provide an intriguing viewpoint. For anyone who is a caregiver to animals, this essay is required reading. Throw away the rest of the book if you want, but you MUST read this essay!


Title is in appropriate   September 13, 1999
8 out of 58 found this review helpful

There are some observations worthy of consideration and perhaps even remembering hence 1 star. It can be said that Loren Eiseley writes very well indeed, mostly about himself. This book goes far beyond being a "highly personal" book and comes very close to be an autobiography. If Mr. Eiseley intended to convince the reader that he had read a lot of books he succeeded. Whether or not he asimilated the information or just quotes from them is not so clear. He was not the first or only person to be intrigued by the so called alphabet shell but he is the only one, so far as I can determine, to assume it contained an important message from the universe. This man who sees messages of great import from the universe in a sea shell undertakes to explain both Darwin and Thoreau for the dolts of the world incapable of understanding what they read. I can see no other reason for him to explain so carefully what they meant by what they wrote. We are mighty beholden to him. Someone once said " Naturalists and Biologists are strange fellow or they would not be Naturalists and Bioligists". Even with that as a given it is hard to reconcile the personal observations of the Author with the Title of the book. He may have found them enthralling because they were his and feels everyone will be simply thrilled and dutifully impressed. All careful observers as they journey through life have seen as much or more but in the main they do not try to foist there observations or personal feelings on the public. A more appropriate title, I suspect, would have been, "I, Loren Eiseley". One thing can be said with certainty. He is really full of himself.