Written in the middle of the 1960s, yet composed largely from journals kept a decade earlier during the author’s summers as a backcountry ranger at the Arches National Monument (“among,” as he puts it, “the hoodoo rocks and voodoo silence of the Utah wilderness”), Desert Solitaire evokes the paradox...show more
I'm not very good at crying. This book made me feel like a professional at it. It's sad. But unlike an empty sadness that is best avoided, it's a fulfilling sadness that is best embraced.
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