Into the Wild meets Portrait of the Artist as a Young Manaa lyrical memoir of a life changed in an instant and of the perilous beauty of searching for identity in solitude On a clear May afternoon at the end of his junior year at Harvard, Howard Axelrod played a pick-up game of basketball. In a skirmish for a loose ball, a boyas finger hooked behind Axelrodas eyeball and left him permanently blinded in his right eye. A week later, he returned to the same dorm room, but to a different world. A world where nothing looked solid, where the distance between how people saw him and how he saw had widened into a gulf. Desperate for a sense of orientation he could trust, he retreated to a jerry-rigged house in the Vermont woods, where he lived without a computer or television, and largely without human contact, for two years. He needed to find, away from societyas pressures and rush, a sense of meaning that couldnat be changed in an instant. From the Trade Paperback edition.I was picturing an air filter from a car, the closest my mind could come to a timing belt, which was the closest I could come to picturing timing ... Finally ready to humor Lev, now that he was across the Atlantic and the house was mine, I pushed aside my toast and opened the manual hea#39;d written. ... There was the painfully loud: DO NOT ALLOW WOODSTOVE TO GO ABOVE 700 DEGREES, CHIMNEYanbsp;...
|Title||:||The Point of Vanishing|
|Publisher||:||Beacon Press - 2015-09-22|