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    <![CDATA[Into the Wild]]>
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    <![CDATA[What would possess a gifted young man recently graduated from college to literally walk away from his life?  Noted outdoor writer and mountaineer Jon Krakauer tackles that question in his reporting on Chris McCandless, whose emaciated body was found in an abandoned bus in the Alaskan wilderness in 1992. <p> Described by friends and relatives as smart, literate, compassionate, and funny, did McCandless simply read too much Thoreau and Jack London and lose sight of the dangers of heading into the wilderness alone? Krakauer, whose own adventures have taken him to the perilous heights of Everest, provides some answers by exploring the pull the outdoors, seductive yet often dangerous, has had on his own life.</p>]]>
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  <read_at>Sun Nov 30 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Krakauer seems to go out of his way to rationalize misadventure and he puts up a good fight for testosterone-fueled, post-adolescent grandeur.  Right.  He's a &quot;hero&quot; because he sacrificed himself some nebulous God of twenty-something hubris in the name of self-reliance and Nature.<br/><br/>Mixed feelings about this book.  Was it worth reading?  Not sure, but I do know that it was the only thing at the convenience store next to O'Hare's Gate B7 that wasn't either written by Tom Clancy or about some ancient scandal involving the lineage of Jesus and the Holy Grail.<br/><br/>If anything, I'd recommend the soundtrack to the movie and watching the movie Winged Migration instead of reading this book.  You'll have the same experience of vast natural space without having to wade through all of the misplaced angst and minute details about death by moldy tubers.   Ok, I've made up my mind, don't bother with this book, there are so many to read and almost no time left for any of us.]]></body>
    
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