One of my pet peeves as both reader and writer is use of the word “unique” when what is meant is “unusual.” I’m exceedingly stingy with that word. But I heard Bernice Ende speak at a book festival and I thought, darn if this isn’t as close to unique in my reading experience as I may ever come. I’d never even heard of long riding.
Ende came to long riding after several decades of teaching ballet, something I do know a bit about from experience, so the baseline parallel made sense to me. Both are about rigid and relentless discipline of the body and pushing beyond what might be considered “natural.” But the parallel diverges where the walls of the dance studio end. Although Ende writes of the physical demands of long riding with consistent humility, there’s no doubt that she’s a special class of long-distance endurance athlete. Layered on top of the physical demands are the need for moment-by-moment mental awareness, the constant search for water, shelter, and food, and the necessity of having a good degree of animal husbandry knowledge. Ende draws a believable picture of a lifestyle both wondrous and brutal, composed of both expansive freedom and never-ending demands.
Ende’s writing is a charming combination of accessible and eloquent. Her insights about herself, what she chooses to expose herself to, her coming to understand why, her relationships with her horses and dog, and what she both brings to and takes from the people along the way make an engaging narrative. By book’s end, though, what I longed for was a much surer hand with the editing. Chapters meander back and forth between narrative, journal entries, and previously published articles, giving the book a stitched-together feeling rather than a cohesive whole. The detail was sometimes frustratingly unbalanced, most strikingly so in the chapters about her 8,000-mile loop around the entire country, wherein the trip east unfolded across 30+ pages, but the westward return journey merited barely a single “we made it” paragraph.
Threads of the author’s appreciation of the history she saw around her as well as her own personal history are woven into the story, giving it a depth that left me wanting even more. Ende suggests she might write another book expanding on the historical theme in the context of the fight for women’s rights. Yes, please!