End of the Game

It's a very real look at Old Africa. It shows the truth of man's bad luck, bad descisions, greed, and life filled with hard times. It shows nature in it's true self, not some Disney version of happy animals dancing around. This is an excellent book and should serve as a wake up call for the multitudes of Americans who believe the garbage that is spoon fed to them on their televisions. It may be well more than most readers can handle, because the truth is not sugar coated here.

Images have great power over the imagination and spirit, and Beard's b & w photographs of elephant carcasses are both elegant and tragic, showing that elephants are the first to be affected by any inbalances in their environment, whether induced naturally or from mankind's insensitivity. What ever flaws Beard may have as a wildlife conservationists, he is great artist with a crying heart for these noble and wonderful animals. I highly recommend this book.

This is not a coffee table book despite its professional and exquiste photographs. The End of the Game is a heartrending and informative picture of poaching and the plight of the African elephant. For those with connections to Kenya it breathes nostalgia of days gone by, and an era both sad and beautiful.

Hypnotic, sad, and occasionally graphic, this first-rate picto-history of Africa's glory days manages to convey something of the magic that inspired artists and hunters alike to flock to the expansive, untamed land known as The Dark Continent. Excellently annotated with stunning, eye-poppingly original photos never before seen. First rate. Spending an hour with Beard's book is to embark on an adventure. You will not be able to forget many of these photos, some of which were supplied to the author by Karen Blixen, the woman who penned "Out of Africa." The orginal 1965 edition of "End of the Game" is so prized the School of the Art Institute of Chicago keeps a copy under close guard in the Special Collections room. To spend an hour with this book is to lose yourself under the volcanic glare of an African sun, to feel the blackflies nipping at your shins, and see, if only through a final, panicked photo, all the beauty and horror of Africa rushing toward you through the tall grass of an abandoned savannah. Sound exciting? Forget "Out of Africa"; "End of the Game" is out of this world.

Hypnotic, sad, and occasionally graphic, this first-rate picto-history of Africa's glory days manages to convey something of the magic that inspired artists and hunters alike to flock to the expansive, untamed land known as The Dark Continent. Excellently annotated with stunning, eye-poppingly original photos never before seen. First rate. Spending an hour with Beard's book is to embark on an adventure. You will not be able to forget many of these photos, some of which were supplied to the author by Karen Blixen, the woman who penned "Out of Africa." The orginal 1965 edition of "End of the Game" is so prized the School of the Art Institute of Chicago keeps a copy under close guard in the Special Collections room. To spend an hour with this book is to lose yourself under the volcanic glare of an African sun, to feel the blackflies nipping at your shins, and see, if only through a final, panicked photo, all the beauty and horror of Africa rushing toward you through the tall grass of an abandoned savannah. Sound exciting? Take my advice: skip "Out of Africa"; "End of the Game" is out of this world.