When At Play in the Fields of the Lord was published in 1965 there was revealed in stunning outline the fully realized work of a novelist writing at white heat and at the peak of his powers; [...] Peter is a poet and a scientist, and the mingling of these two personae has given us such carefully observed, unsentimental, yet lyrically echoing works as The Cloud Forest, Under the Mountain Wall, The Tree where Man was Born and The Snow Leopard. [...] We behold a writer of phenomenal scope and versatility.
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Source
Section, 'Peter Mattheissen' [from the Introduction to Peter Mattheissen, A Bibliography: 1951-1979, compiled by D. Nichols (Orirana Press, 1979)] - p.273, 274
- work
- This Quiet Dust and Other Writings (1982)
- year
- 1951
- locator
- p.273
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