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Tags: Personal Memoirs, Oprah's Book Club, Biography, Lang:en
Summary
A powerful, blazingly honest memoir: the story of an
eleven-hundred-mile solo hike that broke down a young woman
reeling from catastrophe—and built her back up again.
Amazon Best Books of the Month, March 2012:
At age 26, following the death of her mother, divorce, and a
run of reckless behavior, Cheryl Strayed found herself alone
near the foot of the Pacific Crest Trail--inexperienced,
over-equipped, and desperate to reclaim her life.
Wild tracks Strayed's personal journey on the PCT
through California and Oregon, as she comes to terms with
devastating loss and her unpredictable reactions to it. While
readers looking for adventure or a naturalist's perspective
may be distracted by the emotional odyssey at the core of the
story,
Wild vividly describes the grueling life of the
long-distance hiker, the ubiquitous perils of the PCT, and
its peculiar community of wanderers. Others may find her
unsympathetic--just one victim of her own questionable
choices. But Strayed doesn't want sympathy, and her confident
prose stands on its own, deftly pulling both threads into a
story that inhabits a unique riparian zone between wilderness
tale and personal-redemption memoir.
--Jon Foro
“A rich, riveting true story . . . During her
grueling three-month journey, Strayed circled around black
bears and rattlesnakes, fought extreme dehydration by
drinking oily gray pond water, and hiked in boots made
entirely of duct tape. Reading her matter-of-fact take on
love and grief and the soul-saving quality of a Snapple
lemonade, you can understand why Strayed has earned a cult
following as the author of Dear Sugar, a popular advice
column on therumpus.net. . . . With its vivid descriptions of
beautiful but unforgiving terrain,
Wild is a cinematic story, but Strayed’s book
isn’t really about big, cathartic moments. The author
never ‘finds herself’ or gets healed. When she
reaches the trail’s end, she buys a cheap ice cream
cone and continues down the road. . . . It’s hard to
imagine anything more important than taking one step at a
time. That’s endurance, and that’s what Strayed
understands, almost 20 years later. As she writes,
‘There was only one [option], I knew. To keep
walking.’ Our verdict: A.” —Melissa Maerz,
Entertainment Weekly
“Strayed’s journey was as transcendent as it
was turbulent. She faced down hunger, thirst, injury,
fatigue, boredom, loss, bad weather, and wild animals. Yet
she also reached new levels of joy, accomplishment, courage,
peace, and found extraordinary companionship.”
—Marjorie Kehe,
Christian Science Monitor
“[A] vivid, touching and ultimately inspiring
account of a life unraveling, and of the journey that put it
back together. . . . The darkness is relieved by
self-deprecating humor as [Strayed] chronicles her hiking
expedition and the rebirth it helped to inspire. . . .
Wild easily transcends the hiking genre, though it presents
plenty of details about equipment ordeals and physical
challenges. Anyone with some backpacking experience will find
Strayed's chronicle especially amusing. Her boots prove too
small. The trail destroys her feet. Then there is the
possibility of real mortality: She repeatedly finds herself
just barely avoiding rattlesnakes. Strayed is honest about
the tedium of hiking but also alert to the self-discovery
that can be stirred by solitude and self-reliance. . . .
Pathos and humor are her main companions on the trail,
although she writes vividly about the cast of other pilgrims
she encounters. Finding out ‘what it was like to walk
for miles,’ Strayed writes, was ‘a powerful and
fundamental experience.’ And knowing that feeling has a
way of taming the challenges thrown up by modern life.”
—Michael J. Ybarra,
The Wall Street Journal
At twenty-two, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost
everything. In the wake of her mother's death, her family
scattered and her own marriage was soon destroyed. Four years
later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive
decision of her life: to hike the Pacific Crest Trail from
the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington
State—and to do it alone. She had no experience as a
long-distance hiker, and the trail was little more than
“an idea, vague and outlandish and full of
promise.” But it was a promise of piecing back together
a life that had come undone.
Strayed faces down rattlesnakes and black bears,
intense heat and record snowfalls, and both the beauty and
loneliness of the trail. Told with great suspense and style,
sparkling with warmth and humor,
Wild vividly captures the terrors and pleasures of
one young woman forging ahead against all odds on a journey
that maddened, strengthened, and ultimately healed her.Amazon.com Review
Review
“It’s not very manly, the topic of weeping
while reading. Yet for a book critic tears are an
occupational hazard. Luckily, perhaps, books don’t make
me cry very often. Turning pages, I’m practically Steve
McQueen. Strayed’s memoir,
Wild, however, pretty much obliterated me. I was
reduced, during her book’s final third, to puddle-eyed
cretinism. I like to read in coffee shops, and I began to
receive concerned glances from matronly women, the kind of
looks that said, ‘Oh, honey.’ To mention all this
does Strayed a bit of a disservice, because there’s
nothing cloying about
Wild. It’s uplifting, but not in the way of
many memoirs, where the uplift makes you feel that
you’re committing mental suicide. This book is as loose
and sexy and dark as an early Lucinda Williams song.
It’s got a punk spirit and makes an earthy and American
sound. . . .
Wild recounts the months Strayed spent when she was
26, hiking alone on the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave
Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State.
There were very frightening moments, but the author was not
chewed on by bears, plucked dangling from the edge of a pit,
buried by an avalanche or made witness to the rapture. No
dingo ate anyone’s baby. Yet everything happened. The
clarity of Ms. Strayed’s prose, and thus of her person,
makes her story, in its quiet way, nearly as riveting an
adventure narrative as Jon Krakauer’s
Into the Wild and
Into Thin Air. . . . Her grief, early in this book,
is as palpable as her confusion. Her portrait of her mother,
who died of cancer at 45, is raw and bitter and reverent all
at once. . . .
Wild is thus the story of an unfolding. She got
tougher, mentally as well as physically [and she] tells good,
scary stories about nearly running out of water, encountering
leering men and dangerous animals. . . The lack of ease in
her life made her fierce and funny; she hammers home her
hard-won sentences like a box of nails. The cumulative
welling up I experienced during
Wild was partly a response to that too infrequent
sight: that of a writer finding her voice, and sustaining it,
right in front of your eyes.” —Dwight Garner,
The New York Times
“One of the most original, heartbreaking and
beautiful American memoirs in years. . . . The unlikely
journey is awe-inspiring, but it's one of the least
remarkable things about the book. Strayed, who was recently
revealed as the anonymous author of the ‘Dear
Sugar’ advice column of the literary website
The Rumpus, writes with stunningly authentic
emotional resonance—
Wild
is brutal and touching in equal measures, but there's
nothing forced about it. She chronicles sorrow and loss with
unflinching honesty, but without artifice or self-pity. There
are no easy answers in life, she seems to be telling the
reader. Maybe there are no answers at all. It's fitting,
perhaps, that the writer chose to end her long pilgrimage at
the Bridge of the Gods, a majestic structure that stretches a
third of a mile across the Columbia, the largest river in the
Pacific Northwest. We think of bridges as separating
destinations, just as we think of long journeys as the price
we have to pay to get from one place to another. Sometimes,
though, the journey is the destination, and the bridge
connects more than just dots on a map—it joins reality
with the dream world, the living with the dead, the tame with
the wild.” —Michael Schaub, NPR Books
“Brilliant. . . pointedly honest . . . Part
adventure narrative, part deeply personal reflection,
Wild chronicles an adventure born of heartbreak. . .
. While it is certain that the obvious dangers of the trail
are real — the cliffs are high, the path narrow, the
ice slick, and the animal life wild — the book’s
greatest achievement lies in its exploration of the
author’s emotional landscape. With flashbacks as
organic and natural as memory itself, Strayed mines the
bedrock of her past to reveal what rests beneath her
compulsion to hike alone across more than one thousand
primitive miles: her biological father’s abuse and
abandonment, her mother’s diagnosis and death, and her
family’s unraveling. Strayed emerges from her
grief-stricken journey as a practitioner of a rare and vital
vocation. She has become an intrepid cartographer of the
human heart.” —Bruce Machart,
Houston Chronicle
“Strayed writes a crisp scene; her sentences hum
with energy. She can describe a trail-parched yearning for
Snapple like no writer I know. She moves us briskly along the
route, making discrete rest stops to parcel out her
backstory. It becomes impossible not to root for her.”
—Karen R. Long,
The Cleveland Plain Dealer
“Strayed’s journey is the focal point of
Wild, in which she interweaves suspenseful accounts
of her most harrowing crises with imagistic moments of
reflection. Her profound grief over her mother’s death,
her emotional abandonment by her siblings and stepfather, and
her personal shortcomings and misadventures are all conveyed
with a consistently grounded, quietly pained self-awareness.
On the trail, she fends of everything from loneliness to
black bears; we groan when her boots go tumbling off a cliff
and we rejoice as she transforms from a terrified amateur
hiker into the ‘Queen of the PCT.’ In a style
that embodies her wanderlust, Strayed transports us with this
gripping, ultimately uplifting tale.” —Catherine
Straut,
ELLE
“Spectacular.
Wild is at once a breathtaking adventure tale and a
profound meditation on the nature of grief and survival. . .
. . Strayed’s load is both literal and
metaphorical—so heavy that she staggers beneath its
weight. . . . Often when narratives are structured in
parallel arcs, the two stories compete and one dominates. But
in
Wild, the two tales Strayed tells, of her difficult
past and challenging present, are delivered in perfect
balance. Not only am I not an adventurer myself, but I am not
typically a reader of wilderness stories. Yet I was riveted
step by precarious step through Strayed’s encounters
with bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lion scat, ice, record
snow and predatory men. She lost six toenails, suffered
countless bruises and scabs, improvised bootees made of socks
wrapped in duct tape, woke up one time covered in frogs, and
met strangers who were extraordinarily kind to her. Perhaps
her adventure is so gripping because Strayed relates its
gritty, visceral details not out of a desire to milk its
obviously dramatic circumstances, but out of a powerful, yet
understated, imperative to understand its meaning. We come to
feel how her actions and her internal struggles intertwine,
and appreciate the lessons she finds embedded in the natural
world. . . . Strayed is a clearheaded, scarred, human,
powerful and enormously talented writer who is secure enough
to confess she does not have all the answers. . .
Wild isn’t a concept-generated book, that is,
one of those great projects that began as a good, salable
idea. Rather, it started out as an experience that was
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