A scientific writer new to memoirs, Winslow kindly shares with us details of how she made the transition (in the acknowledgments), which show that it does indeed take a village to write a book.
Margaret paints scenes vividly, and her characters are alive. Uniquely, she doesn’t seem to try to make all characters uniformly positive, even as she likes them and includes their pictures.
The chapters are all very bite sized, 8 to 10 large font pages, so the opposite of intimidating. Yet the college professor vocabulary and range of structure isn’t Just children’s literature.
Given that I’m not really into riding animals, or donkey, I wonder aloud why I’m reading this book. My daughter, who is very much into both, picked it out, and I’m trying to connect! Okay??! But what are amazing adventures and deep thoughts to Margaret, don’t really attach to me the same way…
Margaret’s imagery though can make even the mundane interesting: “She and Bonnie were headed for the Pearly Gates, with my donkey tooting his trumpet.” (p62) Both clever foreshadowing and less clever entendres on “ass” are widely available!
Halfway through, I’m getting quite over hearing about Caleb’s (very consistent) personality, and the mostly internal challenges that the author faces in dealing with him. The scenes change (slightly) but the story is the same.. I’m also wondering how all of this attempted training is just a waste of Everyone’s time... I’m also not as interested as I would probably need to become in her internal dialog about Caleb and he persistent attempts to actually talk to him. I say this as a man who insanely talks to his chickens, but I don’t indulge others in listening to me do it.
I guess I’m glad to have confirmed that donkeys are somewhat smart, certainly enough to know and respond to their names and insist on a fair allocation of treats. Historically, sad how much animal abuse was common/customary.
Winslow does open herself up, and makes herself vulnerable throughout the book. Which makes it very hard for me to say that by the end of the book, I had not built up enough empathy to appreciate the most dramatic final few chapters. It isn’t heroic when you overcome problems which you only imagined yourself, created by your own wishful thinking. Her constant complaints about the administrators at her very nice college tenured job (at a prestigious so likely above average managed institution) perhaps excessively color my impression of her.
Others may naturally offer much more empathy (and may agree with her position against the college’s turn to “entrepreneurship") … yet either way, I’m grateful and glad for the happy ending, however likely, without which this book would never have been attempted.
Winslow does sincerely thank Farley in the acknowledgements, but I feel she totally took the wrong message from the whole experience. Caleb “avoided the glue factory” to use her tasteless euphemism, not because Margaret bonded with his innate nature, but because Farley taught him how to behave with humans. Margie didn’t, and didn’t show proper gratitude for techniques she still considers barbaric, yet benefits from. I do see some of this misplaced lack of gratitude in my own life (say for the fossil fuel industry) but at least i’m not endlessly oblivious to it.
Complex thoughts, highlighted in the highly pretentious subtitle … again, others may find them rather profound.