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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Cheryl Strayed Made the New York Times Cry.

Posted by Alison Hallett on Tue, Mar 27, 2012 at 9:44 AM

Dwight Garner gets a bit overcome while reading Wild:

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 — I’m a thrice-a-year man, at best. Turning pages, I’m practically Steve McQueen.

Cheryl Strayed’s new memoir, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Coast Trail, 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.” It was a humiliation.

To mention all this does Ms. 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.

It's a great review for the local author—read the whole thing. (I, too, thought Wild was excellent; it did not make me cry.)

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