The Heart of the Hunter
A journey into the mind and the spirit of the Bushmen
Laurens Van Der Post
"To me, the most personal, moving and profound book he has written so far'
-Elspeth Huxley
In this sequel to The Lost World of the Kalahari Laurens van der Post records everything he has learned of the life and the lore of Africa's first inhabitants.
Van der Post wrote this book as a loving tribute to a people of rare imagination and spirit: 'I find the thought of what black and white did to the Bushman almost more than I can endure. I could not, alas, bring him alive again: yet it seemed to me some atonement would be accomplished if helped to see that the meaning his life held for him should not perish as he perished. I felt it a debt of honour long overdue to gather into our own what was living in his spirit.'
A journey into the mind and the spirit of the Bushmen
Laurens Van Der Post
"To me, the most personal, moving and profound book he has written so far'
-Elspeth Huxley
In this sequel to The Lost World of the Kalahari Laurens van der Post records everything he has learned of the life and the lore of Africa's first inhabitants.
Van der Post wrote this book as a loving tribute to a people of rare imagination and spirit: 'I find the thought of what black and white did to the Bushman almost more than I can endure. I could not, alas, bring him alive again: yet it seemed to me some atonement would be accomplished if helped to see that the meaning his life held for him should not perish as he perished. I felt it a debt of honour long overdue to gather into our own what was living in his spirit.'
A journey into the mind and the spirit of the Bushmen
Laurens Van Der Post
"To me, the most personal, moving and profound book he has written so far'
-Elspeth Huxley
In this sequel to The Lost World of the Kalahari Laurens van der Post records everything he has learned of the life and the lore of Africa's first inhabitants.
Van der Post wrote this book as a loving tribute to a people of rare imagination and spirit: 'I find the thought of what black and white did to the Bushman almost more than I can endure. I could not, alas, bring him alive again: yet it seemed to me some atonement would be accomplished if helped to see that the meaning his life held for him should not perish as he perished. I felt it a debt of honour long overdue to gather into our own what was living in his spirit.'
