Among the other necessities, we packed pens and paper because I am naked without them. I have rustled through life with a notebook pressed against my chest and a pen bleeding in my pocket. They are the instruments I use to ease the low-grade panic born of the absurd sense that it is my mission to record moments. I chase stories with pen and paper the way a child chases fireflies with a glass jar and a hole-dappled lid.
pickA bit more of a guide than a memoir, you get a more straightforward introduction to Smith's early years, a brief account of his journeys in the wilderness, primarily in Canada (felt ridiculously proud of his admiring descriptions of BC), prior to settling in one wood. But the story of his time at Loch Treig is divided more along the lines of what is essential to think about/know/do if you contemplate this lifestyle, especially in the Scottish 1/?
I wanted Casey to pose with FEARLESS AND FREE, but he was more interested in BEING fearless and free. So here we are.
I finished the book this morning and now I‘m even more sorry I somehow missed Josephine Baker‘s tomb at the Pantheon. She was a remarkable person; not flawless, but deeply committed to her art and the fight for a better world. I admire her so much, and I love how her zest for life comes across in this as-told-to memoir.
