Michael Perry (2) (1964–)

A warm well-written book of life in rural America. Norman Rockwell is still alive in isolated small corners of our world.

This book is mainly about Montaigne and one man's experience of reading him over the years. While his style is sort of folksy cornpone (which I don't particularly care for), Perry is good at it (and I even laughed out loud a couple times). Plus, his exploration of Montaigne's essays are interesting, if not hugely insightful. Definitely more of a humor book than a philosophy book.

A very humble conversation about living off the land and an enjoyable read. However, I felt a great editor should have stepped in and deleted lines or entirely cut some essays; it felt a bit indulgent. Frankly, I don't care that much about every single moment.

Didn't find this as engaging as his other memoirs, less of him and more of everything seen through the lens of someone else. It did make me buy a copy of Montaigne's essays--the translation itself is ancient, with the more modern ones being much more expensive.