I read The Wild Places by Robert Macfarlane at the end of December. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would from reading the blurb:
The Wild Places is both an intellectual and a physical journey, and Macfarlane travels in time as well as space. Guided by monks, questers, scientists, philosophers, poets and artists, both living and dead, he explores our changing ideas of the wild. From the cliffs of Cape Wrath, to the holloways of Dorset, the storm-beaches of Norfolk, the saltmarshes and estuaries of Essex, and the moors of Rannoch and the Pennines, his journeys become the conductors of people and cultures, past and present, who have had intense relationships with these places.Certain birds, animals, trees and objects – snow-hares, falcons, beeches, crows, suns, white stones – recur, and as it progresses this densely patterned book begins to bind tighter and tighter. At once a wonder voyage, an adventure story, an exercise in visionary cartography, and a work of natural history, it is written in a style and a form as unusual as the places with which it is concerned. It also tells the story of a friendship, and of a loss. It mixes history, memory and landscape in a strange and beautiful evocation of wildness and its vital importance.
I have mixed feelings about it. It does do all those things described above and maybe that was the problem for me -it tries to do too much. It is beautifully written, sometimes overwritten and it is also repetitive. There is a map showing the places he visited that helped me to a certain extent – vague enough if you don’t want to pinpoint the precise locations. It is a book to read in small sections, to dip into rather than to read straight through as I did. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I had taken more time to read it – but during the times I did put it down I was in no hurry to get back to it.
I was intrigued by the places where he slept out and flabbergasted by the risks he took.
For example, he went on a night walk alone in the Cumbrian mountains. By the time he reached the mountains it was late afternoon and when he reached the ridge at over 2,000 feet the snow had thickened to a blizzard and it was hard to stand up in the wind. He decided to sleep on the surface of a frozen tarn that lay between two small crags giving some shelter from the wind. First he tested it by jumping gently on its centre; it didn’t creak, so he slept there in his sleeping and bivouac bags whilst it hailed and snowed. He began
to feel cold, deep down, as though ice were forming inside me, floes of it cruising my core, pressure ridges riding up through my arms and legs, white sheaths forming around my bones. (page 198)
When he woke he did a little dance on the tarn to warm himself and then saw that where he had been lying on the tarn,
the ice had melted, so that there was a shallow indent, shaped like a sarcophagus, shadowed out by the moonlight. (page 199)
However, I did enjoy the experience of reading The Wild Places, and I’ve decided to read Macfarlane’s The Old Ways: a Journey on Foot, particularly as a friend told me she had enjoyed it more than The Wild Places. Macfarlane describes how he set off from his Cambridge home to follow ancient tracks, holloways, drove roads and sea paths that criss-cross the British landscape.
Robert Macfarlane is a Reader in Literature and the Geohumanities in the Faculty of English at Cambridge University. He is well-known as a writer about landscape, nature, memory, language and travel.
- Paperback: 352 pages
- Publisher: Granta Books (7 July 2008)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1847080189
- ISBN-13: 978-1847080189
- Source: I bought my copy
3 thoughts on “The Wild Places by Robert Macfarlane”
I thought I’d read this and then realised I was mixing it up with The Old Ways which I read last year. I enjoy Robert McFarlane’s books very much but I can get a bit bogged down from time to time. I think, like you said, he tries to do too much. My favourite so far has been Mountains of the Mind but I will read The Wild Places at some stage if only to read about him sleeping on a frozen tarn! Mad.
It does sound a bit ambitious, Margaret. So I can see why you think it tried to do too much. Still, some fascinating ideas, and I did like the writing style of the snippet you shared.
I have often wondered about this book. From what you’ve described I think I would enjoy it, Margaret, but I shall learn from your experience and pick my moment so as to give it plenty of time.
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