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  • Published: 30 May 2012
  • ISBN: 9780552778787
  • Imprint: Black Swan
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • RRP: $25.00
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Jaguars Ripped My Flesh



Extreme travel writing for fans of Bill Bryson, Peter Moore, P.J. O'Rourke, Tim Moore.

Tim Cahill has clambered up Mount Roraima in the Guyana highlands, searching for the site of Arthur Conan Doyle's Lost World. He's dined on baked turtle lung in the desolate northeast of Australia and harvested poisonous sea snakes in the Philippines. He's watched a wrestling match between a shark and an "underwater zombie" during a horror movie shoot off the coast of Mexico.

In this classic collection of adventure travel writing, Tim Cahill writes evocatively and often hilariously about these close encounters. He also briefs us on gorilla etiquette, porcupine vendettas, and the loathsome fate awaiting those who disturb ruins in the jungles of the Amazon. JAGUARS RIPPED MY FLESH is an exhilarating roller-coaster of a book, by a writer who gives new meaning to the expression "going to extremes".

  • Published: 30 May 2012
  • ISBN: 9780552778787
  • Imprint: Black Swan
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • RRP: $25.00
Categories:

About the author

Tim Cahill

Tim Cahill is the author of seven books, including A Wolverine Is Eating My Leg, Jaguars Ripped My Flesh, Pecked to Death by Ducks, Pass the Butterworms and Hold the Enlightenment. He is an editor at large for Outside magazine, and his work appears in National Geographic Adventure, The New York Times Book Review, and other national publications. He lives in Montana.

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Praise for Jaguars Ripped My Flesh

'Tim Cahill is the working class Paul Theroux... He delights in finding stories too peculiar to be labelled merely off-beat'

The New York Times

'Agreeably off-the-wall; he has a way with anecdotes'

Washington Post

'Cahill [has] the what-the-hell adventuresomeness of a T.E. Lawrence and the humour of a P.J. O'Rourke'

Conde Nast Traveller

'Tim Cahill is one of those rare types whose fun quotient seems to increase in direct proportion to the diceyness of the situation'

San Francisco Examiner