Fictitious memoir. Richard Heller has spent most of his life on horseback, skis, bike, or on foot in California’s High Sierras, Alaska, Mexico and recently the Highlands of Scotland. A farrier and blacksmith for thirty-five years, he spent seven of those first years working with troubled children as a horseback riding instructor. As a writer, his subject matter is diverse, ranging from poetry to technical writing for the horse industry. As a sculptor, his bronze works are as varied as his writing, from a holocaust survivor to a series of wolves. Throughout this time, he has built things, including his own home in the Hollywood Hills. Heller was born in Los Angeles and now lives in Washington State.
What I appreciate the most about the protagonist is his sincerity. Tormented and flawed, and always seeking, and only sometimes finding the answers just to ask more questions, at peace only when aways from crowds and concrete. I marvel at the vulnerability that came from having emotionally distant parents and how instead of hardening, he found refuge in nature. I loved when new people were introduced into the story, followed by an introduction of their dog or horse. I read the part about tying himself to a big redwood tree, while backpacking through the Willamette National Forest. I will never forget that. Somehow it seemed ridiculously appropriate. "Only read books you love " (pg. 146) - this is one that I will be reading again and again.
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