Original Publication Year: 2012
Genre(s): Non-Fiction, Biography/Memoir
Series: NA
Awards: Some reader’s choice awards, an Oprah pick
Format: Audio and eBook
Narrated by: Bernadette Dunne
In 7th grade I decided that my name was
boring. Stephanie. A common named spelled in the most common
manner. I wanted to be different, far
from common and ordinary. So I informed
my parents and anybody else that would listen that from that moment on I was
going to spell my name Stefani.
Ooooohhhh. Crazy! This spelling actually stuck with me until I
was about 25 when I started a regular job and realized that having the legal spelling and my spelling of my name be different was just confusing and that I
didn’t really care anymore about how my name was spelled and whether it was
ordinary or uniquely me.
This whole name changing thing? That’s pretty much the only thing Cheryl
Strayed and I have in common. She also
(though she was 26) decided she wanted her name to be meaningful and uniquely
her so picked the word Strayed as her last name. Unfortunately this playing with our names was
not enough of a common thread for me to really get into this book.
There were a few reasons that had me really looking forward
to Wild. 1) Last Fall I read Strayed’s Tiny Beautiful
Things and really liked it. I really
identified with her overall message, was impressed with the level of her
compassion and lack of judgment and the writing was beautiful. It was a volunteer gig, obviously a labor of
love and came straight from her heart and soul.
Why wouldn’t I love to read more about this woman’s life? 2) I do truly and perhaps somewhat too
strongly believe in the transformative power of nature which seemed like it
would be a major theme for Wild. 3) I’d loved Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the
Woods about hiking the Appalachian Trail and while this book promised to be a
bit more angsty than Bryson’s book, there was a precedent for me liking tales
of unprepared people trying to hike long arduous distances.
The basic premise of Wild is this. At the age of 26, Strayed has lost her
beloved mother to cancer and has subsequently, in her grief, confusion, and
immaturity, ruined her marriage of 6 years.
She’s confused by her feelings and her behavior - she feels lost. She decides that she needs to test herself
and to spend some time truly alone in order to get her bearings back. She decides to hike a good chunk of the
Pacific Crest Trail.
I’ve read a few
reviews of the book that are scathingly critical of the author - calling her
silly, stupidly reckless, shallow, egotistical and slutty. I can’t honestly say that none of those words
didn’t float through my mind as well upon occasion while reading BUT I also
recognized them as being judgmental and truly unfair. The fact is I’m a boring person. I would
never have even considered getting married at the age of 19, would have been
appalled if I even knew anyone who did heroin, and never in my wildest dreams would
have been brave enough to go on a solo backpacking trip on the Pacific Crest
Trail. Cheryl would find me incredibly
boring and in return I had a hard time really feeling how she was feeling. I admire her guts but I also found her
impulsive and reckless behavior a little ridiculous. And she does seem to spend perhaps a little
bit too much time in the book detailing how much everybody she encounters likes
and admires her. So I didn’t get along
with the book as well as I’d hoped.
As a contemplation on grief and loss it left me feeling
pretty cold. I have experienced grief,
(though not at as young an age) and yet her language of grief, the way she
expresses it, the way she reacted left me unmoved. In many ways this short
review of C.S. Lewis’ work A Grief Observed
written by Hilary Mantel expresses some of the same feelings that Strayed tries
also to convey - the feeling of isolation and like your life has irrevocably
changed and there is no going back.
However the Mantel piece had me gasping with sobs by the end of the
third paragraph. It’s not that Strayed
isn’t a good writer but for whatever reason, while I felt sympathetic of her
situation, I never felt her pain.
As a hiking tale it worked a little bit better for me but still not as I hoped. I still prefer Bill Bryson’s informative yet utterly charming account of his ramblings along the AT. (I'm not sure how thrilled I am that I identify more readily with a middle aged man than a hip young Bohemian but it is what it is.) However, her tenacity in finishing the her hike despite the scary trail conditions (snow), while frequently being completely devoid of cash and even after losing her boots is incredibly admirable.
FINAL VERDICT: In the
end I think I hit this book at the wrong time, or the wrong age and I can’t help but
feel that I am not the intended audience. My theory is that if you're more of a free spirit and tackle your life with gusto, consequences be damned, (and I say this with envy not criticism), I have no doubt you will enjoy Cheryl's journey.
PS. The highlight of this book for me is the scene where Cheryl is accosted (in a friendly sort of way) by a runaway Llama! If I did ever get a wild hair to hike the PCT, that’s how I’d do it – pack Llama in tow!
PS. The highlight of this book for me is the scene where Cheryl is accosted (in a friendly sort of way) by a runaway Llama! If I did ever get a wild hair to hike the PCT, that’s how I’d do it – pack Llama in tow!
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