yasza's review
3.0
2.5 stars.
I wanted to love this book so much because of all the hype around it. It was just how I pictured a piece of nature writing should be: poetic, with breathtaking descriptions.
Instead, while reading these 100 pages, I dozed off four times. I wasn't even tired. It was so tedious that I read it over the course of five days.
Despite being descriptive, the writing didn't make the Cairngorms come to life for me.
I thought the afterword was completely unnecessary, and I don't see why the introduction filled up almost half of the book.
I wanted to love this book so much because of all the hype around it. It was just how I pictured a piece of nature writing should be: poetic, with breathtaking descriptions.
Instead, while reading these 100 pages, I dozed off four times. I wasn't even tired. It was so tedious that I read it over the course of five days.
Despite being descriptive, the writing didn't make the Cairngorms come to life for me.
I thought the afterword was completely unnecessary, and I don't see why the introduction filled up almost half of the book.
juliwi's review against another edition
5.0
I only spent one year in Scotland, in Fife, and although emotionally/mentally it was a rough year, I absolutely delighted in my environment.. Whether it was the North Sea that was right there, the strong wind, the mountains in the distance, the wildness of nature so nearby; it was all brilliant. So naturally I couldn't resist The Living Mountain, especially if it was narrated by Tilda Swinton.
Throughout my teens, my family and I would spend every summer in the French Alps hiking. It was a time when there was a lot going on, family-wise, and looking back I can see how the mountains became an escape. Away from people, high above everything else, every one walking at their own pace but sharing the excitement of reaching the top together. Since so many of us live bustling, urban lives, it can be hard to find the time for that escape and it is a kind of privilege as well. Over the past 5 years, living in China, I wasn't able to join my family and I began to miss not just the time with them but also the feeling of freedom that being in nature brings. Not to sound like a cliché Hallmark card, but it is good for the human soul to be in nature, to let the buzz of emails and notifications fade away and to just be. One of my favourite passages in The Living Mountain sees Shepherd describe the coordination that strikes up between the mountains and her body, something I recognize from my own hiking experiences. You become aware, in tune, with your surroundings to the point where your feet eventually know where the next safe step is. Once, while hiking, my sister and I suddenly jumped apart in time for a boulder to thunder between us. Had we now been in the moment with the mountain, we might not have heard or felt it coming. Knowing I can trust my own body and my own instincts is one of the vital experiences I have taken into everyday life from my times in the Alps, and it is something I wish everyone to have.
There are absolutely stunning scenes in The Living Mountain, during which Shepherd brings you right into her experiences with her. In one she describes wading through a loch and suddenly finding herself a step away from an abyss, not shocked but definitely in awe. At other times she describes the fear of the rapidly descending mist or the thrill of encountering wild life. In all these moments her language is so precise and stripped back that it never feels like she's going for easy awe. Instead her own love and passion for the Cairngorm mountains and the animals and people that inhabit it shines through and infects the reader/listener. Shepherd never underestimates the mountains and through her care you do come to see them as a living being, a thing that blooms and withers, that gives and takes away, that surprises and hides.
Apparently the manuscript for The Living Mountain lingered in a cupboard for decades until it was finally published in 1977. I can see how a book that is both as personal and meandering as this one might seem unpublishable. But it is exactly for those qualities that I'm so glad it is out there now. Written during the Second World War, the War, as Robert Macfarlane brilliantly puts it in his introduction, lingers like a cloud over her experiences, but it never dims the beauty Shepherd finds. Her writing in this book is clear and precise, full of care and passion but never overwhelming. This is a meandering book, one that zooms in on details and then takes a bird's eye view in the next breath. This is captured brilliantly by Tilda Swinton's narration, which is calm and measured, but full of a quiet passion and zeal. Whether all the Scottish pronunciations are up to par I couldn't say, but Swinton does strike me as the perfect person to bring to life mountains as polar and alive as the Cairngorms. I also greatly enjoyed the afterword by Jeannete Winterson, although I do believe it was narrated by Robert Macfarlane.
Anyone with a love for nature or a desire to escape everyday life will find much to enjoy in The Living Mountain, a stunning book full of love and observations.
Throughout my teens, my family and I would spend every summer in the French Alps hiking. It was a time when there was a lot going on, family-wise, and looking back I can see how the mountains became an escape. Away from people, high above everything else, every one walking at their own pace but sharing the excitement of reaching the top together. Since so many of us live bustling, urban lives, it can be hard to find the time for that escape and it is a kind of privilege as well. Over the past 5 years, living in China, I wasn't able to join my family and I began to miss not just the time with them but also the feeling of freedom that being in nature brings. Not to sound like a cliché Hallmark card, but it is good for the human soul to be in nature, to let the buzz of emails and notifications fade away and to just be. One of my favourite passages in The Living Mountain sees Shepherd describe the coordination that strikes up between the mountains and her body, something I recognize from my own hiking experiences. You become aware, in tune, with your surroundings to the point where your feet eventually know where the next safe step is. Once, while hiking, my sister and I suddenly jumped apart in time for a boulder to thunder between us. Had we now been in the moment with the mountain, we might not have heard or felt it coming. Knowing I can trust my own body and my own instincts is one of the vital experiences I have taken into everyday life from my times in the Alps, and it is something I wish everyone to have.
There are absolutely stunning scenes in The Living Mountain, during which Shepherd brings you right into her experiences with her. In one she describes wading through a loch and suddenly finding herself a step away from an abyss, not shocked but definitely in awe. At other times she describes the fear of the rapidly descending mist or the thrill of encountering wild life. In all these moments her language is so precise and stripped back that it never feels like she's going for easy awe. Instead her own love and passion for the Cairngorm mountains and the animals and people that inhabit it shines through and infects the reader/listener. Shepherd never underestimates the mountains and through her care you do come to see them as a living being, a thing that blooms and withers, that gives and takes away, that surprises and hides.
Apparently the manuscript for The Living Mountain lingered in a cupboard for decades until it was finally published in 1977. I can see how a book that is both as personal and meandering as this one might seem unpublishable. But it is exactly for those qualities that I'm so glad it is out there now. Written during the Second World War, the War, as Robert Macfarlane brilliantly puts it in his introduction, lingers like a cloud over her experiences, but it never dims the beauty Shepherd finds. Her writing in this book is clear and precise, full of care and passion but never overwhelming. This is a meandering book, one that zooms in on details and then takes a bird's eye view in the next breath. This is captured brilliantly by Tilda Swinton's narration, which is calm and measured, but full of a quiet passion and zeal. Whether all the Scottish pronunciations are up to par I couldn't say, but Swinton does strike me as the perfect person to bring to life mountains as polar and alive as the Cairngorms. I also greatly enjoyed the afterword by Jeannete Winterson, although I do believe it was narrated by Robert Macfarlane.
Anyone with a love for nature or a desire to escape everyday life will find much to enjoy in The Living Mountain, a stunning book full of love and observations.
smj_phie's review against another edition
4.0
Direct & poetical, natural and philosophical at the same time, Nan Shepherds musings on the Cairgornms and Scotland's magnificent landscape is simply a joy!
Add the fact that this is written by a female mountaineer during WWII, it doesn't get more fascinating and remote than this <3
Add the fact that this is written by a female mountaineer during WWII, it doesn't get more fascinating and remote than this <3
fairyfluffcake's review
5.0
Deeply absorbing, I felt submerged by the mountains and can't wait to visit someday.