Green Thoughts: A Writer in the Garden

Perenyi, Eleanor

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0713915374 ISBN 13: 9780713915372

Publisher: Viking, 1982

A practical miscellany of useful advice, unexpected scraps of history, literary digressions and down-to-earth warnings about gardening. It includes advice on annuals, fennel, lawns and longevity and it features an essay on sexism in the garden over the years.

Review:

"You do not have to be a good gardener to fall in love with Green Thoughts. It reads with the intrepid assurance of a classic." --Mary McCarthy, "The New York Review of Books
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"Unlike any other gardening book I know, with its Old World charm, its down-to-earth practicality, its whimsy and sophistication." --Brooke Astor, "The New York Times Book Review"
"One of those dangerous reference works that you reach for at a moment of horticultural crisis or indecision only to find yourself an hour later browsing far beyond the page where you began." --"The New Yorker"

You do not have to be a good gardener to fall in love with Green Thoughts. It reads with the intrepid assurance of a classic --Mary McCarthy, The New York Review of Books

About the Author:

Eleanor Perényi was for many years the managing editor of Mademoiselle, an editor at Harper’s Bazaar, and a contributor to The Atlantic Monthly, Harper’s, and Esquire magazines. She is the author of a biography of Franz Liszt, which was nominated for a National Book Award, and More Was Lost, a memoir of her marriage to a Hungarian baron. She lives on the Connecticut coast.

Michael Pollan is the author of the New York Times bestseller The Botany of Desire and Second Nature, named one of the best gardening books of the twentieth century by the American Horticultural Society. He is a contributing editor to Harper’s magazine and a contributing writer at The New York Times Magazine. Pollan chose the books for the Modern Library Gardening series because, as he writes, “these writers are some of the great talkers in the rich, provocative, and frequently uproarious conversation that, metaphorically at least, has been taking place over the back fence of our gardens at least since the time of Pliny.”