Hello world! After more than a year, I’m writing on this blog again. And what better way to celebrate than by sharing the joy of two books I’ve recently read.
I’ve been sick with the flu this week – too sick to go to the office, to get out of bed, too sick to even eat much. But I can’t sleep all day long, so in the meantime (between intense bouts of coughing fits) I’ve read one of the thick books I’ve had on my shelf a while, Walter Isaacson’s epic biography Steve Jobs. I’ve also spent a lot of time thinking about another book I finished a few weeks back: Claire Dunn’s My Year Without Matches. Both are must-reads, for very different reasons.
My Year Without Matches
Claire Dunn’s book charts her year in the bush, surviving by making her own fire, shelter & food – and confronting some demons along the way. Dunn’s descriptions of her physical and psychological challenges are stunningly evocative. Her experience was so unlike anything I can imagine, yet her words are powerful enough to give readers an intimate sense of her experience: the sights, sounds, smells and feelings.
It’s Dunn’s range of emotions, and her honesty about them, that makes this book so intriguing. I often feel that in our urban, relatively easy lives we don’t actually know how we feel at all. That we aren’t even in touch with ourselves enough to know whether we’re drowning, swimming or surfing on happiness, sadness or other more complex emotions.