In The Descent into Happiness, David Howell brings us a blend of travel narrative and mental wandering as he takes us on a cross-country, solo, self-supported bicycle ride from Seattle to Milwaukee. The route follows the Northern Tier: over the North Cascades Highway, through Glacier National Park, along Highway 2 and across Montana, North Dakota and Minnesota. But while Howell tells the story of the journey--he also confronts a series of conundrums he had been pondering for years: Is it okay to spend so much time alone, to give in to introversion? How can one embrace introversion and solitude while also being a father and husband? By the end of the journey, he resolved that solitude can enhance one's time with others, just as time with others can enhance solitude.
Part of the reason I enjoyed David Howell's book is because I've been to most of the states he writes about and it gave me a feeling of camaraderie. His descriptions of the landscapes made me feel at home. I understand his need for solitude, but the need to be with his family. I also shamelessly thought of his writing as a comment on life: take it slow, enjoy everything, but know when you need to step up the pace. This is oversimplifying, but it's my take-away. He knows about what's important in life.
I read this book after taking a three week road trip with just me and my dog. I honestly wish I would have brought it with on the trip because after reflecting on this book I wish that I had employed some of these non-thought tactics throughout and tried to savor the moments more. I thoroughly enjoyed this book, although I will agree that the beginning was stronger than the ending. Hopefully he takes another trip soon, I would like to read more of what he has to say.
This is a beautiful memoir of his bicycle and personal journey. I appreciate understanding the importance of solitude, non thinking and happiness. At times the author ventured a little too much into his inner thoughts and did repeat some ideas and reflections throughout the book.
This book took me a while to read. I didn't hate it, but it was boring to me. If I had to describe this book in a few words: Biking, Nishida/Japanese Zen, Solitude, Thinking.
Howell is a pretty good writer. The book began stronger than it ended. It felt as though he waxed poetic a bit much. He seems to be one of those people who is always looking for an answer to life rather than enjoying the ride. I just kept wondering, "who obsesses over weight loss when riding more than half way across the country on a bike?" That says a lot about the type of person he is right there, and I'm not sure I dig him all that much. He says he doesn't believe in "ologies" and "isms," yet he quotes stuff all throughout the book. I'm not into quotes. Make your own.