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  • Arthur Carhart: Wilderness Prophet
  • David N. Cremean
Arthur Carhart: Wilderness Prophet. By Tom Wolf. Boulder: University Press of Colorado, 2008. 294 pages, $34.95.

Beyond the few best-known earlier American "environmentalists"—Henry David Thoreau, John Muir, John Burroughs, Teddy Roosevelt, Mary Austin, Zane Grey, Aldo Leopold, Mardy and Olaus Murie, Rachel Carson—few receive much attention. Tom Wolf's Arthur Carhart: Wilderness Prophet is an attempt to add another bust to the Wilderness Pantheon or at least sandblast down to where it can be rediscovered and restored, but Wolf's writing merely goes through the motions. Consequently, he proves unable to do the needed work.

Arthur Carhart wore many hats, including the endearing one he sports as a young man on the front cover. But primarily he was a landscape architect and an author of numerous writings, ranging in genre from articles to novels to topical volumes to guidebooks. However, despite [End Page 97] Wolf's claims to the contrary, excerpts from Carhart's writings unveil little evidence that he was anything more than a capable but mediocre writer. The samples Wolf presents betray few or no signs of distinctive or memorable content, style, or voice.

Wolf's own style proves serviceable if bland, his insights under- if not undeveloped. But he and the University Press of Colorado have done a nice job of packaging the book, including solid, almost perfect copyediting, all too rare at the present. (Though in a note, Donald Worster morphs into "David" Worster [77], and "[sic]" is missing in action after Carhart incorrectly writes "Gallipois" instead of "Gallipolis" [238].) I approached the book eagerly, particularly because Wolf, echoing his subject, claims early on that Carhart was an environmental "heretic" (3, 4). Allowing more space for dissent and heresy within its ranks is essential to environmentalism's survival in any meaningful form.

Ahead of his time overall in at least one matter, Carhart opposed 1964's Wilderness Act because, as Wolf frequently refrains, he believed humans were and should be part of "nature" and "wilderness," not separate from them. He also fought what he frequently termed the "burocracy" [sic] almost every step of the way, but in Wolf's paws, he seems undeserving of the monikers "non-conformist," "maverick," or "prophet": he penned guide-books, oversaw a company that created country clubs and other developments, and in general earned his keep via developing and commodifying nature, that is, materializing it, despite frequently bemoaning the exponential growth of materialism in the United States. He and Wolf seem unaware of this as well as the way his penchant for "intensive management" of wilderness (possibly the most insidious "burocracy") produces numerous logical conundrums. His claim that "a lot of so-called conservation is bunk" nonetheless remains worthy of mantra-hood today (8).

For the most part, Wolf has written an individual's history rather than a biography worthy of the term. Missing is the real sense of analysis, evaluation, and informed conjecture that makes a biography and its subject breathe. Also lacking, at least in this book, is much evidence that Wolf possesses the instinct to root through the fur to get not only to the flesh and blood but also to the giblets, the interesting tidbits so critical to history sweeping or personal. A Republican like many early environmentalists, Carhart possessed strong democratic sensibilities, and they carried over into his philosophies of conservation, land use, and the availability of land to the common man. But as a personality, Carhart comes across more like John McPhee's dour archdruid, David Brower, than like his titanic Floyd Dominy.

Perhaps most egregiously, Wolf manages to do little or nothing to establish his book's subtitle: with few exceptions, it fails to reveal a Carhart [End Page 98] who called his society to account, a prophet's main responsibility. Wolf 's Carhart seems a rugged individualist perhaps, but rarely a very interesting individual. Even intriguing information about Carhart—his mystical experience at Trapper's Lake, Colorado, or his battles with the Forest Service—come across like the rest of the book: frequently vague and only dryly factual, prone to undeveloped claims, valuable mainly as a record all too often...


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