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The Monkey Wrench Gang is a novel written by American author Edward Abbey (1927–1989), published in 1975. Abbey's most famous work of fiction, the novel concerns the use of sabotage to protest environmentally damaging activities in the Southwestern United States, and was so influential that the term "monkeywrench," often used as a verb, has ...
- Edward Abbey
- 1975
Oct 15, 2021 · English. Item Size. 1.3G. 538 pages ; 18 cm. Four irate rebels join forces to wage war on the strip miners, clear-cutters, and the highway, dam, and bridge builders who are turning their natural habitat into a wasteland. Access-restricted-item.
- Prologue - The Aftermath
- 1. Origins I: A. K. Sarvis, M.D.
- HOWDY PARDNER WELCOME TO ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO HUB OF THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
- WHAT’S WRONG WITH BEING RIGHT?
- HAVE A NICE DAY WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER
- 2. Origins II: George W. Hayduke
- 3. Origins III: Seldom Seen Smith
- 4. Origins IV: Ms. B. Abbzug
- “Dig the scene, Doc.”
- 6. The Raid at Comb Wash
- “No.”
- “No guns.” Doc could be stubborn.
- 7. Hayduke’s Night March
- MONUMENT 10; HALL’S CROSSING 45.
- 8. Hayduke and Smith at Play
- 9. Search and Rescue on the Job
- 10. Doc and Bonnie Go Shopping
- There was no immediate reply.
- 12. The Kraken’s Arm
- “You read this in a newspaper?”
- 13. Duologues
- “Now now.”
- “From God.”
- “Would you like to kiss me?”
- 14. Working on the Railroad
- “This?” She ofers the bonnet.
- 15. Rest and Relaxation
- “You didn’t hear?”
- “JB-5 clear.”
- 16. Saturday Night in America
- 17. The American Logging Industry: Plans and Problems
- “No good at Scrabble.”
- 18. Dr. Sarvis at Home
- 19. Strangers in the Night
- 20. Return to the Scene of the Crime
- 21. Seldom Seen at Home
- 22. George and Bonnie Carry On
- “I gave it back to them.”
- “Good-bye.”
- 23. At the Hidden Splendor
- FBI.
- 24. Escape of the Depredator
- 25. Rest Stop
- 26. Bridgework: Prolegomena to the Final Chase
- “What’s he want?”
- “No.”
- 27. On Your Feet: The Chase Begins
- “Hurry up!” Hayduke commands.
- “You’ve been here before?”
- 28. Into the Heat: The Chase Continúes
- “Let her go.”
- 29. Land’s End: One Man Left
- Whack whack whack.
- 30. Edge of the Maze: The Chase Concluded
When a new bridge between two sovereign states of the United States has been completed, it is time for speech. For flags, bands and electronically amplified techno-industrial rhetoric. For the public address. The people are waiting. The bridge, bedecked with bunting, streamers and Day-Glo banners, is ready. All wait for the oficial opening, the fin...
Dr. Sarvis with his bald mottled dome and savage visage, grim and noble as Sibelius, was out night-riding on a routine neighborhood beautification project, burning billboards along the highway—U.S. 66, later to be devoured by the superstate’s interstate autobahn. His procedure was simple, surgically deft. With a five-gallon can of gasoline he slosh...
Headlights swept across him from the passing trafic. Derisive horns bellowed as sallow pimply youths with undescended testicles drove by in stripped-down zonked-up Mustangs, Impalas, Stringrays and Beetles, each with a lush-lashed truelove wedged hard overlapping-pelvis-style on the driver’s lap, so that seen from the back through the rear window i...
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Dr. Sarvis loved them all, but sensed a certain futility in his hobby. He carried on these days more from habit than conviction. There was a higher destiny calling to him and Ms. Abbzug. That beckoning finger in his dreams. “Bonnie—?” “Well?” “What do you say?” “You might as well knock over one more, Doc. We drove all this way. You won’t be happy i...
George Washington Hayduke, Vietnam, Special Forces, had a grudge. After two years in the jungle delivering Montagnard babies and dodging helicopters (for those boys up there fired their tumbling dumdums at thirty rounds per second at anything that moved: chickens, water bufalo, rice farmers, newspaper reporters, lost Americans, Green Beret medics—w...
Born by chance into membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons), Smith was on lifetime sabbatical from his religion. He was a jack Mormon. A jack Mormon is to a decent Mormon what a jackrabbit is to a cottontail. His connections to the founding father of his church can be traced in the world’s biggest genealogical librar...
No relation to the Senator, she always said. Which was mostly true. Her first name was Bonnie and she came from the Bronx, not Brooklyn. Furthermore, she was half Wasp (white anglo sexy Protestant); her mother’s maiden name was McComb. That strain perhaps accounted for the copper glints in Ms. Abbzug’s long, rich, molasses-colored hair, draped in g...
“No technical jargon, please. This is a holy place.” “Yeah but where’s the Coke machine?” “Please, I’m meditating.” The bow grated on gravel. Hayduke, general swamper, coiled line in hand, splashed through ankle-deep water and tethered the boat to a stout clump of willows. All came ashore. Hayduke and Seldom passed each passenger his/her river bag,...
Their preparations were thorough. First, at Captain Smith’s suggestion, they cached supplies at various points all over their projected field of operations: the canyon country, southeast Utah and northern Arizona. The stores consisted of (1) food: tinned goods, dried meats, fruits, beans, powdered milk, sealed drinking water; (2) field equipment: m...
“Guns!” “No.” “Peanut butter!” said Bonnie. “Guns and peanut butter!” Hayduke roared. “Peanut butter, yes. Guns, no.” “We gotta defend our fucking selves.”
“Them fuckers’ll be shooting at us!” “No violence.” “We gotta shoot back.” “No bloodshed.” The doctor stood fast. Again Hayduke was outvoted, again by a vote of three to one. So for the time being he kept his own weapons concealed, as best he could, and carried only the revolver hidden in the inner pocket of his pack. Doc bought six cases of Deaf S...
Hayduke awoke before sunrise, feeling the familiar pang of aloneness. The others were gone. He crawled out of the goosedown sack and stumbled into the brush, checking the color of his urine as it streamed out, smoking warm, upon the cold red sand. Hayduke the medic didn’t quite like that shade of yellow. Jesus fucking Christ, he thought, maybe I am...
Good. Almost home. He pulled out the last few stakes, removed the last few ribbons, slipped across the road and took of through the scrub forest cross-country toward Natural Bridges. Within that relative sanctuary, following Armstrong Canyon and the trail from Owachomo Natural Bridge, he would find the gang waiting, he hoped, hidden in the crowds o...
Campground, Natural Bridges National Monument. “Can I borrow your bolt cutters?” The man seemed pleasant enough, a suntanned gentleman in slacks and polo shirt and canvas shoes. “We don’t have any bolt cutters,” Abbzug said. He ignored her, talking to Smith. “Having a little trouble.” He nodded his head back toward another campsite, where a pickup ...
Laughing, Hayduke and Smith slapped each other on the shoulder blades, hugged each other with delight, and opened up a fresh cold six-pack. Ah, that frosty glitter. Oh, that clean snap of the pop top. “Hah!” roared Hayduke, feeling the first good rush course through his blood. “Goddamn but that was beautiful!” He jumped out of the truck and danced ...
G. B. Hartung & Sons, Mine & Engineering Supplies. Hartung’s youngest boy loaded the Du Pont Straight and the Du Pont Red Cross Extra into the back of Doc’s new Buick station wagon. Ten cases, waxed, sealed and stamped. Plus blaster, blasting caps, wire, safety fuse, crimping pliers and fuse lighters. A dramatic-looking cargo. Style. Class. “Whatch...
Loudly, definitely, defiantly, she said, “It’s time to get fucking back to work!”
Reconnoitering the target, the fearless four drove down from the high-lands of Betatakin, down from the juniper woodlands and sandstone humpbacks, to the highway at Black Mesa Junction. Ms. Abbzug at the wheel; she trusted no one else to drive Doc’s extravagant new ($9955) Buick station wagon. (Some car, Doc, Smith had said. Doc shrugged: It’s tran...
“Listen, the company has been boasting about these trains for a year. Computerized. No human hand at the controls! World’s first automated coal train!” “Not even an observer on board?” Hayduke hesitated. “Maybe they had an observer on the pilot runs,” he said. “But not now. They’ve been operating these trains for a year without a hitch. Till we cam...
“Doc,” says Seldom Seen Smith, “what I want to know, confidentially, is what exactly do you know about this here boy Hayduke?” “No more than you.” “He talks rough, Doc. Wants to blow up damn near everything in sight. You think he might be one of them—what do you call ’em—agent prevaricators?” Doc considered for a moment. “Seldom,” he says, “we can ...
“A pair of weirdos. Eccentrics. Misfits. Anachronisms. Screwballs!” “Now now, they’re good boys. A little odd but good. Captain Smith there, solid as a—stout and sturdy as a—ah, a—” “Brick shithouse.” “Young George, all fire and passion, a good healthy psychopath.” “A Creature from the Sewage Lagoon.” “I know, I know, Bonnie. He’s dificult. But we’...
“Oh, shit!” “From the Bronx. I don’t know—from the bedroom and the kitchen, maybe. Who knows? Who cares? I’m tired of that ancient squabble.” “You’d better get used to it, man. We’re going to be around for a while.” “Bonnie, my tough little nut, I’m glad to hear that. Better the cold and bitter world with woman than Paradise without her. Roll over....
“Fuck yes!” “Well?” “Yeah?” “What are you waiting for?” “Well ... shit. You’re Doc’s woman.” “Like hell I am. I’m my own woman.” “Yeah? Well, I don’t know.” “Well I know. Now kiss me, you ugly bastard.” “Yeah? I guess not.” “Why not?” “Have to talk to Doc about it first.” “You can go to hell, George.” “I’ve been there before.” “You’re a coward.” “I...
Hayduke stumbling around in the dark, blue light glimmering. “All right now, everybody up, every-body up. Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Ofyour ass and on your feet....” The old moon low in the west Good God, the man is mad, she thought. He really is a psychopath. “What time is it?” somebody mumbled—Doc, buried in his bag. “Four by the stars,...
“Your hard hat!” “You don’t have to fly ofthe handle, Hayduke. What are you anyway, some kind of manic paranoid? When’s the last time you saw your shrink? Bet my shrink can lick your shrink.” “Where is it?” “I don’t know.” Smith knelt by the tracks, his hand and ear on a rail. Solemn vibrations in the iron. “There’s something for sure coming, Georg...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Well, it all depends on your point of view, thought Hayduke as he paced through the rain toward the last-observed location of Lizard Rock. If you look at it from the buzzard’s point of view the rain is a drag. No visibility, no lunch. But from my point of view, from the guerrilla’s point of view— He had only a mile and a half to go, rounding the he...
Aug 1, 1975 · The Monkey Wrench Gang, probably Edward Abbey's most famous novel, about four main characters who sabotage various corporate assets in order to make a statement about their dissension with progress and modernism was first published in 1975.
The Monkey Wrench Gang. A motley crew of saboteurs wreaks havoc on the corporations destroying America’s Western wilderness in this “wildly funny, infinitely wise” classic (The Houston Chronicle).
Sep 18, 2024 · The phrase monkey wrench refers to a tool used to tighten or loosen nuts and bolts. However, as an idiom, it means something that disrupts or interferes with a plan or operation. For example, if someone says, “Throwing a monkey wrench into the works,” they mean that an unexpected problem has occurred that is causing a plan to not go smoothly.
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