The Great Escape

Reflections on two back-to-the-land manuals: One Acre and Security: How to Live Off the Earth Without Ruining It by Bradford Angier and Homesteading: How to Find New Independence on the Land by Gene Logsdon

   

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So what is one to make of these two books? Who is the better guide to making such a drastic change, to upending the whole urban, timeclocked existence both of these men imagine as the common American's lot in life? And who is the better guide for the incremental, measured, and more careful changes we all make in our lives when we explore new interests – moves far less dramatic than the pied-piper calls to nature and rural living that these books depend on for their momentum and idealism?

Peace River, Alberta, one of the sites in the Canadian wilderness where Bradford and Vena Angier once made their home

Both authors believe that getting away from it all is both possible and the solution to many of modern man's problems, and they aren't shy about it, opening each book with a chapter or two on the high-stress, existential morass they call urban life. And both Logsdon and Angier are in the awkward position of having succeeded not simply by living the life they claim anyone can have, but paying for it with publishers' advances – that is, by promoting said lifestyle and converting others to it. Back-to-the-land advocates, one might generally assume, write from an honest desire to help others change their lives. But the fact remains that any promises of financial success made by someone paid not by that work, however hard they work at it, but by promoting it are as tainted as the promises of any fly-by-night pyramid scheme. These constraints are the biggest challenge any professional advice-giver must tackle: Did following their own advice lead to their success, or giving it? And does their role as promoter of the lifestyle compromise their continued involvement in it, and thus erode their continued development as experts? The ways lifestyle gurus respond to these questions play a major part in their ability to communicate with those not already committed to their plan of action. And the more dramatic the changes they advocate, the more their answers matter.

In one sense, it is surprising to discover that it is Angier's text that more directly concerned with making money; he is, after all, the same man who wrote five books about foraging for nuts and berries. There is a disconcerting get-rich-quick tone to some of his advice. "Some ten million domestic rabbits are raised for meat each year in the United States," he writes in his chapter on raising rabbits and earthworms. "In addition, about 500,000 more rabbits are bred for medical and biological purposes. And it's all so easy. How would you like a piece of that action?" This is the kind of language that makes discerning readers turn around and head back out of the woods. It is one thing, after all, to be fooled into believing something that everyone around you also believes, and quite another to be fooled into believing something entirely different.

Logsdon's Homesteading feels far better-informed about its subjects, and more careful with its claims. He discusses profit and money management, but keeps his eyes trained on the traditional and innovative techniques and the life habits and attitudes that make the life he lives possible and deeply satisfying. Where Angier's incomplete advice has the impatient air of a medicine-show sales pitch, Logsdon is clearly doing all of this for its own sake, and thinks you should, too.

Most striking, Logsdon closes with a brief chapter entitled "What It's All About," in which he rallies urban readers who may be put off by all of the hard labor he has described in the previous eleven chapters:

You may conclude by now that the small organic homestead is too much work and not enough play. That depends on how you define the terms. For the homesteader, work is what you must do for a living, but would rather not. Everything else is play.

He goes on to offer a twenty-five point list of ways people while away their free time in the country – including the obvious hayrides, ice skating, hiking, camping and whittling ("good for the soul") but also gathering wild foods, "collecting old barbed wire," "hunting antique insulators along telephone lines," and "recording folksongs, folktales, and other forms of rural, oral folklore" – as he did during his graduate studies at the University of Indiana.

There is none of this thirst for rural living in One Acre and Security; Angier's heart lies with the hunter-gatherer, not the agriculturalist. Reading his descriptions of gardening and livestock-raising techniques, his explanations of hog-tethering and goat-milking stands, it is hard not to see him as a prisoner on his own farm, a restless frontiersman who, after cutting down the last tree and planting his first garden at the edge of civilization, watches with dismay as neighbors begin to dot the landscape, and finds himself gazing out into the woods beyond his fields, dreaming of a new wilderness to explore.

His best chapters come at the beginning and end of the book. He opens with what is undoubtedly the most helpful, most authoritative, and most complete instruction in the book, a guide to building a log cabin from start to finish; after chapter upon chapter about money-making with livestock, plants and invertebrates, he bolts back into the forest without warning for two chapters closer to his true allegiances, one on hiking and another retreading his favorite ground, entitled "Eating at Nature's Banquet Table." Here he frolics among the beach plum, snowberry and sugar maple of the Canadian woods like Shakespeare's Caliban describing his island home to his Italian guests in The Tempest:

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

Such pleasures are the loves of the hunter-gatherer, the explorer, the survivalist. They are far different from those of the gardener or pastoralist. And while they can be seen as pleasures springing from the same love of nature, they are, when it comes to decisions about how one chooses to live one's life, largely incompatible.


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