Tim Cahill's Hold the Enlightenment is, like his other books, hard to classify. Gonzo travel? Geographically diverse musings? New Age/Neanderthal drivel? I don't know. He has a very definite voice, albeit one that I can't quite pin down. All I can say is I think he writes like my dad sounds in my head. And that's quite nice, really.
So yes, it's a book of essays musing on, among other things, the extinct Caspian tiger, driving with camels, completely crushing a writing student, and praying to something he doesn't really believe in to save a child he loves. If you like essays at all, I would totally recommend this book. He's a bit more contemplative than Maarten Troost but more accessible than David Foster Wallace.
But, other than this book, I've started reading again. That's...nice. And rather unexpected. Actually, no. I should save this introspection for my next post. I read this book several weeks ago after stumbling across it at a thrift store, of all places. I'd completely forgotten about him until I saw his name on the spine of the book, but once I did... Pass the Butterworms: Remote Journeys Oddly Rendered is one of the those books I read over and over and over again. Alas, I can't find it now, think I might have cleaned out on one of my annual attempts to stave off my bookcase's inevitable collapse. Unfortunately, I've lost many books to this phenomenon, and it's at least part of the reason why I'm keeping this record.
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