Ellen Meloy Fund


A Season on the Green River

By Ellen Meloy
Henry Holt & Co., New York (1994)

Mornings and evenings the river runs blue and copper with reflections of sky and red rock. Midday, the sun pierces the eddies, light through jade. In the current, ripples shoot retina-shattering flashes. In this house of light, water, and stone, we bed down each night on crescents of pale beige sand wedged between canyon wall and water's edge, the river a roar beyond the thin wall of sleep.  
~ From Raven's Exile


From the book jacket ...

Ellen Meloy is our raven here---funny, joyous, great-hearted---a brilliant storyteller. Raven's Exile is as good as it could be, a book to be celebrated, and its own celebration. They say a country gets the books it deserves, and the West is getting some beauties.—William Kittredge

Ellen Meloy's book arrives in the nick of time when what we need in the midst of all this talk about the 'New West' is a good river trip. Raven's Exile is an exuberant, smart, irreverent, and loving account of one woman bearing witness in Desolation Canyon.

—Terry Tempest Williams

In Raven's Exile, Ellen Meloy shows a keen and hilarious regard for her chosen life: a raft-borne vigil on the Green River. Hands on the oars, we float with her and husband Mark through a ranger's year, down boiling rapids and over glassy calms, finding good camps and bad.
    Her descriptions of Desolation Canyon are lyrical and slightly crazed, perfectly tuned to the heat and remoteness, while her vision of the surrounding West is lit with ironic gleams.
    Again and again, I found myself admiring this book for its candor, wit, and curious grace. Meloy is no literary tourist, no headhunter-with-a-book-advance: her essays and cartoons have lightened Western hearts---or at least those half-broken ones like mine---for years. 
    And with Raven's Exile, she joins a bright and weathered company---Mary Austin, Ed Abbey, William Kittredge, and Ann Zwinger---in the defense of a misconstrued landscape, and in pursuit of its unspoken truth.
 —C.L. Rawlins

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