Nabhan comes across as a nice guy, ... but the book ... not so good. It has potential, but it needed a good editor. (All attempts at conversational statements should have been omitted.) There's too much going on, which gives rise to a vague story. Maybe this should have been titled "Homage to St Francis," or "Searching for the Wild in Italy," or "My Search for Self."
This is Nabhan's journey in search of direction. I was hoping for more about the natural history of Italy, but instead I got an odd collection of info -- a little about St. Francis, several pages about the truffle market and an intro to the hunting of songbirds in Italy. Mixed in was a history of maize (and polenta) in Italy.
Here are a couple of statements I marked while I was reading.
pp xix-xx: Third-order Franciscan lay brothers do not retreat to the cloister, take vows of celibacy, or necessarily give up their former profession; rather, they remain in the 'marketplace' and seek to enrich ordinary life through the inspiration of St Francis.
Nabhan was in a class of novices when he decided to journey to the birthplace of St Francis in order to resolve his "ambivalence."
On page 17, there's a quote from Aldo Leopold that I liked, One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen.
On p 97, I learned this about St Francis.
Perhaps Francis himself was a voluntary victim of hunger and herbal hallucination, for we know that he suffered as well from the oozing wounds of leprosy, the incessant pain of arthritis, and four dozen other maladies and degenerative diseases by the time he died.
And near the end of the book,
I had come to Italy looking for a fresh dynamic between culture and nature, between tradition and spontaneity, between civility and wildness. ... True culture needs wildness as a reference point.
Good thought.