The Snow Leopard

Someone with a visual imagination, someone who converts words into pictures, who appreciates poetry, would enjoy this more than I did. For me words become thoughts and feelings, and too many of those were irritating: it didn't work for me as science writing, nor nature nor travel nor self-discovery nor, really, any level. I didn't care for the narrator: angry, misanthropic, seeking inner peace but in a ritualistic way, going through the motions. (Perhaps I disliked him because I've been him. That bears thinking about but not in this medium.)

There are beautiful passages here and there, evocative or insightful; but overall I found it disjointed and tedious. Then again, some books I'm just not smart enough for.