I was really delighted to find a book about modern homesteading on the Vine's offered list of books. We are also modern-day homesteaders and I was looking forward to reading about how someone else balances farming with an outside career, decides on organic versus low-chemical farming, deals with zoning rules for livestock, and handles preserving the harvest from their orchard and garden without running water or electricity.
What this book contained instead was a long, disjointed tome about the author's past experiences in Austria and college, and his childhood memories of this grandparents' farm in North Carolina. He barely touches on his relationship with his wife and children, who lived on his growing homestead with him. He writes at length about his concerns about the environment and about returning the land to it's wild state, but doesn't ever flesh out his personal relationships or explain how he decides what to grow in his garden. I would have loved to have more detail about how they preserve what they grow, and what their meals are like. He was borderline insulting in his description of some of the prickly New Englanders who live near him, and made Carl, the man who taught him the most about greenhouse gardening and cold frames, into a gross caricature of a man.
After several hundred pages of the author agonizing over the ecological implications of his every move, he then mentions in the last chapter that he has a satellite dish for his computer Internet, uses cell phones and put in a regular toilet. I don't blame him a bit for those things - I use them too. But it was surprising that his preaching about everyone else's simplifying their life and reducing their dependence on electronics doesn't apply to him.
I almost gave up on this book about halfway through, when I realized there was very little in the book about homesteading. I'm glad I finished reading it, because there are some good parts but it's too much like a PhD thesis. It wasn't terrible, just heavy and preachy and without a lot of emotion.