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Wild,' A Hiking Memoir by Cheryl Strayed: The High Road
Wild,' A Hiking Memoir by Cheryl Strayed: The High Road
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People with any hiking experience (I am not one) will know that
this is the backpack of a rank amateur, that setting out on a 1,100-
mile trek from the Mojave Desert to the Cascades outfitted in
brand-new hiking boots — a size too small, it turned out — and
with 24.5 pounds of water in a dromedary bag is a recipe for
disaster. Fortunately for the reader, it’s also a recipe for a
spectacular book. “Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest
Trail” is at once a breathtaking adventure tale and a profound
meditation on the nature of grief and survival.
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To begin to understand something about Cheryl Strayed, know
that Strayed is not her given name. We never find out the name
she was born with, but we are made to understand with absolute
clarity why she chose to change it, and just how well her new name
suits her. Contemplating divorce, she realized that she couldn’t
continue to use the hyphenated married name she’d shared with
her husband, “nor could I go back to having the name I had had in
high school and be the girl I used to be. . . . I pondered the question
of my last name, mentally scanning words that sounded good with
Cheryl. . . . Nothing fit until one day when the word strayed came
into my mind. Immediately I looked it up in the dictionary and
knew it was mine. Its layered definitions spoke directly to my life
and also struck a poetic chord: to wander from the proper path, to
deviate from the direct course, to be lost, to become wild, to be
without a mother or father, to be without a home, to move about
aimlessly in search of something, to diverge or digress. I had
diverged, digressed, wandered and become wild. . . . I saw the
power of the darkness. Saw that, in fact, I had strayed and that I
was a stray and that from the wild places my straying had brought
me, I knew things I couldn’t have known before.”
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CreditIllustration by Daniel Horowitz
Often when narratives are structured in parallel arcs, the two
stories compete and one dominates. The reader skims the less-
favored one, eager to get back to the other. But in “Wild,” the two
tales Strayed tells, of her difficult past and challenging present,
are delivered in perfect balance. Not only am I not an adventurer
myself, but I am not typically a reader of wilderness stories. Yet I
was riveted step by precarious step through Strayed’s encounters
with bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lion scat, ice, record snow and
predatory men. She lost six toenails, suffered countless bruises
and scabs, improvised bootees made of socks wrapped in duct
tape, woke up one time covered in frogs and met strangers who
were extraordinarily kind to her.
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meditation on mountains, for example, she writes: “They were, I
now realized, layered and complex, inexplicable and analogous to
nothing. Each time I reached the place that I thought was the top . .
. there was still more up to go. . . . I was entirely in new terrain.”
“Wild” isn’t a concept-generated book, that is, one of those
projects that began as a good, salable idea. Rather, it started out as
an experience that was lived, digested and deeply understood.
Only then was it fashioned into a book — one that is both a literary
and human triumph.
WILD
From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
By Cheryl Strayed
315 pp. Alfred A. Knopf. $25.95.