“There was nowhere to go but everywhere.” —Jack Kerouac
From Duncan Minshull, the UK’s “laureate of walking,” a collection of more than fifty writings about hiking the globe from contemporary and classic authors such as Mark Twain, William Boyd, Edith Wharton, Helen Garner, Rabindranath Tagore, and many more.
Following on from the success of Beneath My Writers on Walking and Writers Walk Europe , the UK’s ‘laureate of walking,’ Duncan Minshull, brings together the recorded footfalls of more than fifty walker-writers who have travelled the world’s seven continents. From the 1500s to current times come a memorable band of explorers and adventurers, scientists and missionaries, pleasure-seekers and literary drifters recalling their experiences and asking themselves a compelling question— why travel this way in the first place?
With contributions from Herman Melville, Edith Wharton, Mark Twain, Anthony Trollope, Thomas Jefferson, Charles Darwin, Vernon Lee, Sarah H. Bradford, Rabindranath Tagore, D. H. Lawrence, Isabella Bird, Katherine Mansfield, Rachel Carson, Helen Garner, Jean-Paul Clébert, Colin Thubron, William Boyd, and many more, Globetrotting takes us across the streets of London, Rome, Melbourne, Cairo, Kiev and Kabu; through the frozen wastes of Antarctica; along the pilgrim paths of Japan; into the jungles of Ghana; and around the Great Wall of China.
All the girls who have flower names dance along together, and those how are named for rocks find pretty rocks which they carry that they are named for. They all go marching along and each girl in turn is singing to herself, but she is not a girl anymore- she is a flower, or rock, singing. She sings, ‘I am so beautiful! I shall be beautiful while the earth lasts.’ And so we are all happy marching, and that closes the beautiful day. Sarah Winnemucca Hopkins, Northern Paiute
When quietly walking along the shady pathways and admiring each view, I wished to find language to express my ideas. epithet after epithet was found too weak to convey the sensations of delight, which the mind experiences. How great would be the desire in every admirer of nature to behold the scenery of another planet…in my last walk, I stopped, again and again, to gaze on these beauties and tried to fix in my mind an impression which at the time I knew sooner or later must fail. The form of the orange-tree, the cocoanut, the palm, the mango, the tree-fern, the banana, will remain clear and separate; but the thousand beauties which unite these into one perfect scene must fade away; yet they will leave, like a tale hear in childhood, a picture full of indistinct but most beautiful figures. Charles Darwin
This felt like an encyclopedia of walking covering every kind of walk, urban, hiking, ancient, indigenous, for fun, for work, but only a few felt magic. But still, reading about walking makes me happy, so worth it!
In the spirit of Charles Darwin since I am thrilled to live in this age where I can capture what I see and experience, walking and walking in Chiang Mai:
A very short book of essays or even blurbs somehow related to walking. I got 1/3 in and decided to stop. The blurbs just weren’t that interesting to me. Most of them weren’t really focused on walking, but referred to walking loosely. I just have lots more that I’d rather read than this.