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"Equal parts sweet and serious...will make many folks think about their lives in new ways."--Bill McKibben A poet at heart, Amy Minato rejects her life of consumption in Chicago to go back to nature - specifically, to a commune in Oregon, where she rediscovers herself. She also cops occasionally to the pretentiousness of her mission, and laughs along with the reader at her attempts to be both environmentally friendly and sane, considering the fact that she's moved in with a bunch of strangers in a remote locale. Jan Muir, a relative of the great environmentalist John Muir, lends her beautiful black-and-white illustrations to the book. Written with a grace and clarity of vision reminiscent of Annie Dillard's prose, Siesta Lane is both a practical case study in living green, and the heartwarming story of a modern idealist who dives headfirst into the fray and discovers just what it takes to live a year unplugged. This is a must-read for armchair adventurers and a perfect, engaging primer for anyone who wants to stride confidently into the new, environmentally-conscious 21st century.… (plus d'informations)
Siesta Lane: One Cabin, No Running Water, and a Year Living Green. Amy Minato (2009). Skyhorse Publishing: New York.
“There is no substitute for direct experience, for sun on our face and soil in our boots. We need to risk a genuine, daily relationship with place. The only remedy is to take that precarious step outside.”
In an attempt to lessen her impact on the environment, Minato decides to slow down and live the quiet life in Oregon. Using her lyrical skills, the poet (The Wider Lens, 2004) tells the story of her year getting closer to herself and her love of nature. What emerges is an ode to nature with a vibrant examination of the mind of a woman at midlife. She learns to love the silence of only her heartbeat and the night and all its trappings.
“Mistral — a powerful, cold, dry northeasterly gale. How many words for wind? We need words for these variations, these gestures of air.” ( )
I wanted to like this book more, but the style of writing was a turn off for me. For example, a sentence from page one : "Clouds mingle like party guests, like my own fears, as we cross the Great Plains." just turns me off. I liked the content, just not the presentation. ( )
Beautifully written modern version of Thoreau. A woman retreats to semi-rural Oregon to slow down and experience the simple life. She forms an informal but deeply-felt community with a few like-minded people who share the space and help her grow both her vegetables and her ideas. ( )
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To my dearest Joe, Mateo, and Ruby Lou
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It came to me during a Chicago traffic jam, trapped in a metal oven, a popsicle gooeyed onto my sweaty thigh, the guy in the next car cussing through the cigar. I gazed through steaming sunglasses at this muscular city buried in concrete, its veins plugged with cars, and felt my life constrict like a capillary.
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Sometimes, as we bike along in the cold rain, passing drivers give us pitying looks. But we wouldn't switch places. Even if we were tempted, the child within me, rocking closer to life with each turn of the pedal, would have none of it.
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"Equal parts sweet and serious...will make many folks think about their lives in new ways."--Bill McKibben A poet at heart, Amy Minato rejects her life of consumption in Chicago to go back to nature - specifically, to a commune in Oregon, where she rediscovers herself. She also cops occasionally to the pretentiousness of her mission, and laughs along with the reader at her attempts to be both environmentally friendly and sane, considering the fact that she's moved in with a bunch of strangers in a remote locale. Jan Muir, a relative of the great environmentalist John Muir, lends her beautiful black-and-white illustrations to the book. Written with a grace and clarity of vision reminiscent of Annie Dillard's prose, Siesta Lane is both a practical case study in living green, and the heartwarming story of a modern idealist who dives headfirst into the fray and discovers just what it takes to live a year unplugged. This is a must-read for armchair adventurers and a perfect, engaging primer for anyone who wants to stride confidently into the new, environmentally-conscious 21st century.
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Siesta Lane: One Cabin, No Running Water, and a Year Living Green. Amy Minato (2009). Skyhorse Publishing: New York.
“There is no substitute for direct experience, for sun on our face and soil in our boots. We need to risk a genuine, daily relationship with place. The only remedy is to take that precarious step outside.”
In an attempt to lessen her impact on the environment, Minato decides to slow down and live the quiet life in Oregon. Using her lyrical skills, the poet (The Wider Lens, 2004) tells the story of her year getting closer to herself and her love of nature. What emerges is an ode to nature with a vibrant examination of the mind of a woman at midlife. She learns to love the silence of only her heartbeat and the night and all its trappings.
“Mistral — a powerful, cold, dry northeasterly gale. How many words for wind? We need words for these variations, these gestures of air.” ( )