Anyone who's been the recipient of one of Toinette's long, beautifully composed, and vivid reports of her travels around the world will recognize the honest, wry, and acute voice in "Nothing Left Over." I read this book when it first came out several years ago, but this month I've been reading books by people I know personally, and somehow "Nothing Left Over" called to me from the bookshelf. I feel close to Toinette—we're English ex-pats, we were educated at boarding schools, we've worked in publishing, and we're interested in spirituality. We also find it hard to go with the flow. In the Myers-Briggs scheme, we're both "J"s: we enjoy getting stuff done; we like order, precision, clarity, and purpose. We're frustrated by—but inevitably drawn to—"P"s: those who like open-endedness, speculation, ambiguity, chance, nuance, and situations where there's no obvious goal or purpose. Unstructured play and unnecessary activity worry us. We orient ourselves to frugality, even parsimony; and fear excess or profligacy, perhaps because it threatens our love of boundaries, discipline, and directness.
"Nothing Left Over"—a very apt title for a book that simultaneously expresses exhaustion and plenitude, emptiness and fullness—captures perfectly the ambivalence of the J when confronted by the attractions of the P. In a telling moment, Toinette's soon-to-be-husband asks her "Why do you always hold yourself back?" She can come up with no good answer—her vigorous honesty forbids her from speculating. Yet the book is full of moments of holding back, of saying "No" to opportunities or invitations, and of not risking newness or moreness, all the while the book attempts to explore the possibilities, challenges, and wisdom of saying "Yes" to life. Some might find this inconsistency, even blinkeredness, annoying. Yet for all the book's confusion over what it's really trying to say, the rawness of Toinette's (perhaps accidental) self-disclosure makes this a valuable work for all readers who, like me, tend to examine life with a gimlet rather than open eye.