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New York Times bestseller: "A coast-to-coast journey by way of great rivers, conducted by a contemporary master of travel writing" (Kirkus Reviews). In this memoir brimming with history, humor, and wisdom, the author of Blue Highways and PrairyErth "voyages across the country, from Atlantic to Pacific, almost entirely by its rivers, lakes and canals in a small outboard-powered boat" (San Francisco Chronicle). Setting off from New York Harbor aboard the boat he named Nikawa ("river horse" in Osage), in hopes of entering the Pacific near Astoria, Oregon, William Least Heat-Moon and his companion, Pilotis, struggle to cover some five thousand watery miles--more than any other cross-country river traveler has ever managed--often following in the wakes of our most famous explorers, from Henry Hudson to Lewis and Clark. En route, the voyagers confront massive floods, submerged rocks, dangerous weather, and their own doubts about whether they can complete the trip. But the hard days yield incomparable pleasures: strangers generous with help and eccentric tales, landscapes unchanged since Sacagawea saw them, riverscapes flowing with a lively past, and the growing belief that efforts to protect our lands and waters are beginning to pay off. "Fizzes with intelligence and high spirits." --Outside "Propels the reader with historical vignettes, ecological and geological detail, and often hilarious encounters with local eccentrics." --Time… (lisätietoja)
John_Vaughan: While these two journey are opposite in compass headings (Least Heat Moon from East to West and Raban from North to South) they share the sheer joy of the trips and the awesome detailing and description of places and peoples.
The author goes by the dignified name of William Least Heat-Moon, and the front cover of his book shows a tiny speck of a boat puttering serenely on a river that meanders through the green hills. I don’t think I can be entirely faulted for anticipating a read that was more sedate, less angry, and less cynical than this one turned out to be.
Some miscellaneous comments:
1) There’s no denying that the author is a very talented writer. 2) I got tired of his profanity pretty quickly. 3) The book’s dedication makes it sound like the copilot was a composite of seven different people. If so, they all had pretty much the same personality. 4) “The Photographer” is one of the main figures, but very few photographs of any worth made it into the book. 5) The author despises the partying frat boys he encounters along his way, but he and his friends sometimes act like superannuated frat boys themselves. 6) The author is angry about the environmental state of the country, and he’s not shy about sniping at those he feels are to blame. I doubt that he turned very many of his readers Green. I think he would have been more successful if he had either molded his anger into a cogent argument or had very clearly led by example. What was the environmental cost of his journey? How would he possibly have made this journey if engineers had left the wilderness alone? That last question is actually posed to him by someone he meets on his voyage. His response was weak, I thought. ( )
Great book about an epic river trip across America in the late 1990's. Learned a lot of local history and that Mr. Trigdon is a great wordsmith. He was also able to expound on the sublimity of nature while not going into a tailspin when mentioning darker moments in our history, Makes me want to go to NW Oregon. ( )
I liked the idea of the book, and the author is a good storyteller, but I have to admit, two thirds of the way through I was suffering from river-story fatigue. The chapter-a-day thing eventually started wearing me down, and indeed the author admits as much when he condenses two longer runs into little more than slightly cooked notes which are much less engaging than the rest of the story. One more quibble, the author seems to have a love of obscure words--I don't remember ever having to look up so many in a non-technical book. The ending is, to put it mildly, anticlimactic. It may just be that I found the story too long and too repetitive. I stuck with it stubbornly to the end, as did the author, and I certainly learned a lot about American rivers. Have a book of his shorter pieces,"Here,There,Elsewhere," which I will give a try. Haven't read the book he's famous for but it's on my list too. ( )
Pretty good travel story...but it dragged a bit in spots. The best parts were the descriptions of the 'characters' they met along the way. All things considered, I like BLUE HIGHWAYS a bit more!. ( )
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
My Lotic Mates
Without a copilot, there would have been no voyage, and so this book is for Pilotis who was these seven: Motier Duquince Davis, Robert McClure Lindholm, Linda Jane Barton, Jack David LaZebnik, Peter King Lourie, Robert Scott Buchanan, Steven Edward Ratiner.
Ensimmäiset sanat
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
If you want the specifications: she was made of fiberglass laminate over an end-grain balsa core two inches thick, with a flat hull aft a V-shaped bow; just under twenty-two feet long and about eight in beam, approximately seventeen hundred pounds empty, with an eight-inch minimum draft and about thirty inches when motored and loaded; called a C-Dory and built near Seattle in January 1995.
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Viimeiset sanat
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
Then I poured the stream into the Pacific and went back to the wheel of our river horse, and I turned her toward home.
New York Times bestseller: "A coast-to-coast journey by way of great rivers, conducted by a contemporary master of travel writing" (Kirkus Reviews). In this memoir brimming with history, humor, and wisdom, the author of Blue Highways and PrairyErth "voyages across the country, from Atlantic to Pacific, almost entirely by its rivers, lakes and canals in a small outboard-powered boat" (San Francisco Chronicle). Setting off from New York Harbor aboard the boat he named Nikawa ("river horse" in Osage), in hopes of entering the Pacific near Astoria, Oregon, William Least Heat-Moon and his companion, Pilotis, struggle to cover some five thousand watery miles--more than any other cross-country river traveler has ever managed--often following in the wakes of our most famous explorers, from Henry Hudson to Lewis and Clark. En route, the voyagers confront massive floods, submerged rocks, dangerous weather, and their own doubts about whether they can complete the trip. But the hard days yield incomparable pleasures: strangers generous with help and eccentric tales, landscapes unchanged since Sacagawea saw them, riverscapes flowing with a lively past, and the growing belief that efforts to protect our lands and waters are beginning to pay off. "Fizzes with intelligence and high spirits." --Outside "Propels the reader with historical vignettes, ecological and geological detail, and often hilarious encounters with local eccentrics." --Time
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Some miscellaneous comments:
1) There’s no denying that the author is a very talented writer.
2) I got tired of his profanity pretty quickly.
3) The book’s dedication makes it sound like the copilot was a composite of seven different people. If so, they all had pretty much the same personality.
4) “The Photographer” is one of the main figures, but very few photographs of any worth made it into the book.
5) The author despises the partying frat boys he encounters along his way, but he and his friends sometimes act like superannuated frat boys themselves.
6) The author is angry about the environmental state of the country, and he’s not shy about sniping at those he feels are to blame. I doubt that he turned very many of his readers Green. I think he would have been more successful if he had either molded his anger into a cogent argument or had very clearly led by example. What was the environmental cost of his journey? How would he possibly have made this journey if engineers had left the wilderness alone? That last question is actually posed to him by someone he meets on his voyage. His response was weak, I thought. (