Solitude, Virtues of...
This last July, I began a program of reading. Since I was surrounded with city and apartment noises and distractions, from train horns blasting, to sirens wailing, to nearby freeway and airport noises, as well as the sounds of door-slamming, car alarms, neighbor's arguments, and the tired and cranky baby crying downstairs, I decided to start with a book about silence and solitude--Edward Abbey's "Desert Solitaire."
It is a tough book, a beautiful book, a sometimes politically incorrect book. It is what used to be called "a man's book." Abbey works alone as a park ranger in the Utah desert, and records his thoughts about the harsh and stunning landscape. He describes a river trip down the Colorado before the advent of the Glen Canyon Dam. He recounts a tale of miner's greed and desperation in a lonely land that ends in murder. He describes a world of dark skies, forbidding canyons, and the desert's deceptive beauty and treachery. I enjoyed every page.