Wild by Cheryl Strayed

 

wild

Not a good enough writer to confine herself to the actual walk itself, eleven-hundred miles of the magnificent Pacific Crest Trail, Cheryl Strayed takes us on a more metaphorical journey through her own early life: the death of her mother and the subsequent disintegrtion of her own life. Yet what sets this novel apart from a thousand other novels like it, is just that walk. And where the novel does focus on the trek, the psychology of it, the actuality of it, the fields and paths and streams of it, it’s a pretty good novel. She should have read W G Sebald first.

 

Mr A

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