Peter Matthiessen and the ends of the Earth

On a hike in Colorado’s Arapaho National Forest, we encountered this tree, which made me think of the bodhi tree. In The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthiessen describes a Buddhist temple “that stands beside an ancient pipal, descended from that bodhi tree, or ‘Enlightenment Tree.’” Matthiessen himself provided substantial enlightenment through his writing.
On a hike in Colorado’s Arapaho National Forest, we encountered this tree, which made me think of the bodhi tree. In The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthiessen describes a Buddhist temple “that stands beside an ancient pipal, descended from that bodhi tree, or ‘Enlightenment Tree.’” Matthiessen himself provided substantial enlightenment through his writing.

When Peter Matthiessen died earlier this month, we lost not only a great writer but one of our most eloquent and passionate advocates for the natural world.

An author of books both fiction and non, and the only writer to win the National Book Award for both, Matthiessen held fiction in higher regard, although his fact-based works greatly outnumbered his novels. In a 1999 interview with The Paris Review, a publication he cofounded, he compared nonfiction writing to “fashioning a cabinet.”

“It can be elegant and very beautiful, but it can never be sculpture,” he said. “Captive to facts—or predetermined forms—it cannot fly.”

I humbly disagree. Consider a moment from 1978’s The Snow Leopard, in which Matthiessen pauses early in his ascent of the Tibetan Plateau. “In the clean air and absence of all sound, of even the simplest machinery,” he writes, “in the warmth and harmony and seeming plenty, come whispers of a paradisal age.” That’s an observation that makes the spirit and imagination soar.


In The Snow Leopard, Matthiessen accompanies field biologist George Schaller into the Himalayas to track rutting bharal, or blue sheep, in hopes of observing the rare, titular, great cat. But for Matthiessen, a student of Zen Buddhism whose second wife died of cancer soon before the trip, the journey is spiritual as well as physical:

Amazingly, we take for granted that instinct for survival, fear of death, must separate us from the happiness of pure and uninterpreted experience, in which body, mind, and nature are the same. And this debasement of our vision, the retreat from wonder, the backing away like lobsters from free-swimming life into safe crannies, the desperate instinct that our life passes unlived, is reflected in proliferation without joy, corrosive money rot, the gross befouling of the earth and air and water from which we came.”

His travels and his works, both literary and nonfiction, spanned the globe and are informed by a deep affection for and awe of nature and its wild inhabitants. In 1971’s Blue Meridian, in which Matthiessen details efforts to film the great white shark, he writes of listening to the calls of whales, “No word conveys the eeriness of whale song, tuned by the ages to a purity beyond refining, a sound that man should hear each morning to remind him of the morning of the world.”

Matthiessen also understood the shifting cultural and societal views of nature and wildlife. In his 2000 book Tigers in the Snow, Matthiessen describes endeavors to save the Siberian tiger, a magnificent animal and key predator whose numbers have been decimated by poaching and encroaching civilization. The native Tungus of eastern Russia considered the tiger a near-deity and referred to it as “Grandfather” and “Old Man.” The indigenous Udege and Nanai tribes called it “Amba,” or god of the forest; Matthiessen notes that “it was only the white strangers—the Russians—who translated that word as ‘devil.’” (Russia, Matthiessen adds, is “a country of resolute folly like our own.”)


Although Buddhism views anger as an obstacle to enlightenment, Matthiessen was capable of writing with righteous rage. In his final nonfiction book, 2003’s End of the Earth, which chronicles his voyages to Antarctica, Matthiessen discusses the terrifying, man-made impacts of climate change and rants against a “U.S. administration unabashedly indifferent to the environment, social justice, and the welfare of future generations.” He chides policymakers who have “confused the economy with corporate profit” and lambastes our “obsolete oil addiction.”

But he also brings his frustrations into focus with Zen-like clarity:

It seems unfortunate that an essay on Antarctica and its geologic history, its wildlife, environment, and climate, should have to deal with such seemingly unrelated matters as environmental deregulation and geopolitics, atmospheric pollution, and responsible leadership or its fatal lack. But increasingly on our diminished planet all challenges and problems are interwoven and finally inseparable. One cannot fully resolve one in isolation from the others, and none can be separated any longer from the welfare and future of our fragile habitat.”

We may have lost Peter Matthiessen the man, but we have not lost—and still, I hope, have time to gain from—his perspective, his observations, his love for life and for the planet we inhabit.

“Life begins before a soul is born and commences once again with the act of dying,” he writes in The Tree Where Man was Born (1972), “and as in the Afro-Asian symbol of the snake of eternity swallowing its tail, all is in flux, all comes full circle, with no beginning and no end.”

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  1. Reblogged this on The Badger and the Whooping Crane and commented:
    Earlier I linked to the International Crane Foundation’s praise of Peter Matthiessen – their longtime friend and colleague – and the story of how he came to write “The Birds of Heaven.” Now I’ve found Steve Lysaker at “Outward Hounds,” who has written this excellent meditation about Matthiessen’s “deep affection for and awe of nature and it’s wild inhabitants.” I hope you don’t miss this short, admiring introduction to the man and his works.


      1. Oh, Thank you So Much for recommending the blog! It’s a lot of fun, and very satisfying to talk about these beautiful birds, and all the other issues that impact them/us/our futures, etc etc. I’m looking forward to finally reading Peter Matthiessen myself.


  2. Hello, to one and all of The Pack at Outward Hounds ( a blog name to relish, that’s for sure!)
    I love your meditation on Peter Matthiessen, and am writing to ask if you would like – or not – if I were to Re-blog it at my own corner of the world (“The Badger and the Whooping Crane”). I concluded my most recent post with a link to the international Crane Foundation and the homage paid there to Matthiessen (you may know he also wrote a wonderful book about the mostly-endangered 15 crane species of the world

    I should ask this – do you know about “reblogging?” I am rather new to blogging, and have re-blogged only once about 6 months ago – a few paragraphs of your post would appear on my blog and then link back here to yours. I HAVE noticed on one or two blogs I visit that the blog author(s) has asked for “no reblogging without my permission”, thus I am asking if this is something you would welcome, or perhaps prefer not. I will be guided by whatever you choose! In any case, you’ve written some wonderful words about a wonderful naturalist, thinker, author.


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