![]() ![]() Yet Dillard's wanderings in and around her valley issued, eventually, into her great theological-pastoral-evolutionary-tragic-metaphysical-almanac, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1975.Īmerican literature has long had an affection for parochialism - the intense concentration on the local - as an artistic approach. Hardly the landscape, one would think, to yield a classic of nature writing. The mountains which close off the valley's head are not nobly named: Brushy, Dead Man, McAfee's Knob. Down by the road, beat-up beer-cans roost in the bushes. ![]() ![]() Sassafras and ivy thrive in what she nicknamed "the weedfield" - a few acres of rough pasture. A felled sycamore trunk serves as a bridge to the grassy island which sits in the middle of the creek. Steers graze the meadow, rabbits fossick the scrub. There are farms, outbuildings, barbed-wire fences. Dillard's Virginian valley isn't particularly wild country. ![]()
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