Eduardo Santiago
One paragraph exalts the natural wonders of the North American continent, the next bemoans the corruption and venality of its inhabitants. Repeat, repeat. It was a little too choppy for my taste, impossible to get into a flow. I also felt completely unable to relate to the author: her neuroses match mine to some extent, but her life choices baffle me to the point of annoyance.
There's beautiful writing about magnificent places, many of which I've experienced, some that I haven't and appreciated learning about. Hidden amid the handwringing there's sharp writing about evils perpetrated by monsters big and small; mostly reminders, not much new to someone my age but perhaps informative to younger folks. Chopping and dicing the two together, though, did not work for me.
One paragraph exalts the natural wonders of the North American continent, the next bemoans the corruption and venality of its inhabitants. Repeat, repeat. It was a little too choppy for my taste, impossible to get into a flow. I also felt completely unable to relate to the author: her neuroses match mine to some extent, but her life choices baffle me to the point of annoyance.
There's beautiful writing about magnificent places, many of which I've experienced, some that I haven't and appreciated learning about. Hidden amid the handwringing there's sharp writing about evils perpetrated by monsters big and small; mostly reminders, not much new to someone my age but perhaps informative to younger folks. Chopping and dicing the two together, though, did not work for me.
