blue_charlesss's review
2.0
"God, I loathe the sentimentality we are drowning in. We are killing with."
"How can I hold such bitterness in this white snow on this lovely darkening land? Because there is nothing in all of nature that can compare to this enormous dying of a nation's soul."
Pitched as a Walden for the 1960s, this lives up to that for better and for worse. There's some really interesting, charged writing in this, but like Walden, this can feel unfocused and self-indulgent and it meanders from observations of birds, musings on the Vietnam war and civil rights, then back to long-winded discussions of insects.
An interesting read, sure, but getting through it was a bit of a slog.
"How can I hold such bitterness in this white snow on this lovely darkening land? Because there is nothing in all of nature that can compare to this enormous dying of a nation's soul."
Pitched as a Walden for the 1960s, this lives up to that for better and for worse. There's some really interesting, charged writing in this, but like Walden, this can feel unfocused and self-indulgent and it meanders from observations of birds, musings on the Vietnam war and civil rights, then back to long-winded discussions of insects.
An interesting read, sure, but getting through it was a bit of a slog.
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