Joseph Wood Krutch - Works

Works

  • Edgar Allan Poe: A Study in Genius (1926)
  • The Modern Temper (1929)
  • Experience and Art: Some Aspects of the Esthetics of Literature (1932)
  • Samuel Johnson (1944)
  • Henry David Thoreau (1948)
  • The Twelve Seasons (1949)
  • The Desert Year (1951)
  • The Best of Two Worlds (1953)
  • The Measure of Man (1954)
  • The Voice of the Desert (1954)
  • The Great Chain of Life (1956)
  • The Grand Canyon: Today and All Its Yesterdays (1957)
  • "The sportsman or the predator? A damnable pleasure" The Saturday Review (17 August 1957): 8-10, 39-40. Concerning "killing for sport."
  • Human Nature and the Human Condition (1959)
  • The Forgotten Peninsula (1961)
  • The World of Animals; A treasury of lore and literature by great writers and naturalists from the 5th century B.C. to the present (1961)
  • More Lives Than One (1962)
  • And Even If You Do; Essays on Man, Manners and Machines (1967)
  • The Scarlet Letter Rap (2011)
  • The Best Nature Writing of Joseph Wood Krutch (anthology, University of Utah Press, 1995; ISBN 0-87480-480-9)

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