3.0 von 5 Sternen
Interesting but too breezy, blithe, 12. Januar 2000
The English have a tradition of great essayists but modern practitioners such as Parks and Theroux do not have the scope or weight of their predecessors.
Parks is clever and he never rambles on. But his subjects--adultery, cleaning his daughter's room, the transforming power of language expressed in a hike--do not carry the weight of an Eliot or Orwell essay. Maybe that's because most of Parks's pieces appeared in the New Yorker, which has pared back noticeably the length of essays it publishes.
You may find that the essays do not compell repeated readings as, say, Eliot's and Orwell's do.