When I was working on my PhD in Rural Studies in Guelph, Ontario at the turn of this century, Wendell Berry was a beacon of light in the dark stacks of the library. (Don’t I sound ancient?!)
Anytime I came across his work in the rabbit trails of my research, I could feel my shoulders dropping — he was reliably calm, sensible and hopeful when many others weren’t.
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