![]() I als odid not This is a reflective memoir by a long distance, thru-hiker, which in places is sort of a micro-history of trails across contexts. This read like a book written by someone who has spent a lot of time walking by themselves reflecting on random things and then using those ideas as the springboard to explore tangentially related things which comes back to walking for long periods of time alone in order to think more about the topic they are obsessed with. I mean, some of it was interesting for sure, but there was just a lot of ruminating and reflecting on wildlife, snails, ants, and humans over time and space to come back to the same concept of trails. I found it pretty pedantic, going over the same points in different contexts ad nauseam. I did enjoy the chapter on Newfoundland, while really disliking the chapter on the deer hunt. I also did not love the reverence with which he talked about indigenous concepts. It felt oddly detached and maybe performative. Even after reflection, I can't really put my finger on why I didn't like how he wrote those parts. Overall, it was a very masculine reflection on a life of leisure time and isolation that just did not resonate with me. Not recommended. Click here to purchase this book and support My 50 Bookish Friends blog project. |
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