Wild In His Sorrow
Now all I had to do was write about it.
Determined to milk my new status as an author despite having not yet authored a single thing , I did what I figured all writers do: I set about finding a cheap, suitably romantic, and far-flung place to work. Scott Fitzgerald wrote much of The Great Gatsby. Sitting at a small table and gazing pensively out the window toward the blinding blue waters of the Mediterranean, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, let the warm ocean breeze wash over me, bowed my head to the white light of my laptop screen, and fell asleep for a few hours. Further down the Danube, Budapest proved too noisy, too fairy-tale pretty, and too hot or maybe it was too cold?
Or too windy? Or not windy enough? The rules, as far as there were any, refused to reveal themselves. On the four-hour train ride from Budapest that took 11 hours, a girl about my age sat next to me and asked what I was doing in Serbia.
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Her family were all musicians, she said, and she was a painter. Naturally, I took this as a promising sign that I was finally on the right track. So promising, in fact, that I closed my open still empty notebook, gave myself the day off, and resolved to properly start the very next day—no matter what. Like, for real this time. Financially, all of this was made possible by a few factors. A modest advance from my publisher eased some of the strain of the hike itself—mostly for the purchase of gear.
This was a lucky break. Sadly, I do not have a broader network of cousins in beautiful locations waiting to offer me a place to stay. And crucially, years of living in New York City had taught me an invaluable lesson in pinching pennies: pinch them hard, never let them go.
In Belgrade, I rented a small flat in one of the oldest, loveliest parts of the city for next to nothing. Then winter closed in and my apartment started to freeze, forcing me into an ever-shrinking bubble of warmth next to the Tito -era, refrigerator-sized heater. I could forget all of this and go home, I thought. Write my mountain book a thousand miles in every direction from a single mountain.
My heart beat a bit faster. How had I not thought of this before? I started dreaming of the suburbs of south Kansas City. I saw obsessively gridded streets. I breathed the earthy scent of obsessively trimmed lawns. Nostalgic for nostalgia! When my attempts at conveying the exaggerated flatness of the plains failed, I asked if anyone had seen The Wizard of Oz.
So I came back. And a funny thing happened as soon as I did: I wrote. For the first time since reaching the sea six months earlier, I found writing, if not quite easy, at least not panic-inducing. They were workable and honest and, best of all, sort of rewarding. To be clear, my book has little to do with Kansas or the Midwest it takes place almost entirely in a small corner of France. My brother—a painter and fellow recent returnee from New York —says that Kansas City is the perfect place to be an artist because there are so few distractions. The novelist Whitney Terrell lives here, as does the poet Cyrus Console.
Both teach at local colleges. Patricia Lockwood has roots in the area. Candice Millard writes rip-roaring bestsellers about Winston Churchill and Teddy Roosevelt out of an office not far from where I grew up. So here I am, having returned a slightly different person to a city I never really knew, a city that also happens to be home. It was a long, wandering, looping circle that refused to close until I was back where I had started.
Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons. Cooking is great if you know it will be served to an appreciative audience. Not so if you have a fussy child who turns down everything.
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Chicken, rice, done. Beef, potato, done. For me nature calms, challenges and renews. No food forcing and she considers rewards, playing games, short order cooking, etc. With a few caveats her take is brilliant, and recommended by Brazelton and other child experts. I would recommend her books to any parents.
Recently cooking from her book it struck me how few photos of food there actually was. The recipes I have made were pretty tasty and not too onerous. Evelyn- ha!
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Nowadays, I can find both Kimchi and gochujang at Whole Foods. But if you live near a Korean market, definitely go. Your jaw will drop at the gochujang aisle. Amelia— thanks so much for the recipe! Still live in the page-splattered world of recipe cards, cookbooks and yes, paper printouts of online recipes, so the video will be an adventure. A thousand thanks— evelyn. This essay has stayed with me since I read it two days ago, thank you for a thoughtful piece on life style, food, and literature. Off for a walk in the woods, thanks for the push!
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Learn how your comment data is processed. The dispute between Himalayan mountaineers and writers Greg Mortenson and Jon Krakauer has been cast as a dispute between fact and fiction. Despite the antithetical roles they have assumed in this drama, Mortenson and Krakauer have much in common. Like Mortenson, Krakauer has parlayed his mountaineering adventures in exotic locales into a successful writing career. Into Thin Air , his gripping nonfiction account of the Mount Everest disaster, popularized and epitomized a genre that has in many ways become synonymous with Krakauer: the true-life extreme survival story.
Stories in this genre follow a predictable pattern: an individual sets out on an adventure, things go horribly wrong, he or she confronts the possibility death, and lives to tell an incredible story.
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Disaster pushes man to the edge between life and death, and a lucky few live to tell about it. This plotline rarely changes; the details are grisly, the scenarios harrowing. In , Piers Paul Read published Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors , which charted the grim ordeal of a South American rugby team after their plane crashed in the Andes mountains and they resorted to survival cannibalism in order to stay alive.
The very gruesomeness of the material is an undeniable source of fascination. Yet our national obsession with extreme survival tales stems not only from their content but the fact that they are true. Wild are revealed to have been surprisingly comfortable. As opposed to works of fiction, true-life extreme survival stories are granted a special type of immunity and cultural authority. How do you critique the truth? The difficulty of doing so makes the marketing of nonfiction under the banner of truth even more irresistible for publishers and authors.
Insightfully written, warm and with a wonderful poetic sensibility, the deep experience of Weller shines through. The work has honed something clear and valuable in his own character, and a delightful wisdom shines through every page of Entering the Healing Ground. His style of writing and speaking is poetic, and yet one feels as though they are in conversation with a neighbor. Should you purchase the book, read it with a pen by your side. His words will open your heart to receive your own most tender and vulnerable feelings as a gift to be cherished as they may bring forth a new depth of connection to the soul of the world.
Risa Kaparo, author of Awakening Somatic Intelligence "Most of us instinctively turn from what makes us uncomfortable. Yet often the greatest gifts lie hidden in what we avoid. Certainly at this time we have much to grieve both as individuals and as a culture; but our collective amnesia about the traditional practices of grieving keep us from uncovering the buried treasures that could be our salvation.
In fact, the accumulated weight of our ungrieved losses may be at the root of what is fragmenting our world. Francis Weller's lyrical and moving book offers us a way to remember and embrace these practices and, by so doing, renew our lives and restore the soul of the world. I look forward to being able to share it with others. Edit Wiki. Red Headed Stranger song meanings. Add your thoughts 2 Comments.
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