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The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry - DISCUSSION

About the son: I didn't suspect for a long time, maybe up until the reveal. I knew something was wrong, so the reveal made perfect sense. I forget his wife's name now, but she was experiencing a kind of pilgrimage, too. In reverse. I liked how Harold's absence created enough room for her to make realizations about him and herself.
I cringed when folks started hanging onto him. He just didn't know how to say No, did he? I think the experience did help him grow, though. There were some wonderful people he met, like the doctor who was a cleaner. She was a literal life-saver. I was a little surprised that Harold was able to continue after the problem with his leg, though. It seemed a bit unrealistic that he didn't need weeks to recover, instead of a couple of days.
I liked the story of how he and his wife met; about the wild dancing.

On a frivolous note, did you know what yacht shoes are? I had to google them. What we call boat shoes.


He was such as sad sack of a man, that as first I didn't like him either. But learning of how much he loved his son and wife, and watching him become someone who followed his heart, was really touching to me. Personally, I didn't have a clue about his son. I also thought something was off about him, but I assumed that he had distanced himself from his home and previous life because of his substance abuse.

Who was it who said that Britain and the US are "two countries divided by a common language?" Yacht Shoes didn't flummox me, but there were one or two words/phrases that had me wondering, though I can usually figure it out from context. I've come to expect that when reading a book written by a British author and set in Britain. It doesn't bother me or particularly slow me down in my reading, and it doesn't affect my enjoyment of the work.
re: David (son)
I had not guessed the real story ... Maureen seemed to berate Harold for not speaking to David for so long, and she clearly was speaking to him and asking David's advice on how to deal with Harold's sudden disappearance.
I found Harold exasperating at times (agree, Sherry, he really did NOT know how to say "no"). But I grew to love him and really liked how Maureen also had a "journey" of sorts.

I didn't have a clue about David but obviously this is a pivotal moment in the lives of Harold, Maureen and Queenie. It seemed as the book progressed that Harold slowly began to realize, or to admit to himself, why he had to walk.
As for the shoes and the leg, I also had some doubt re the reality of those parts, but then this is not what I think of as a realistic novel, at least not totally. And the doctor/cleaner did have the boat shoes resoled (or somehow fixed) while Harold rested at her house). I had thought that Harold had torn a muscle in his leg!
Did anyone else see any likeness between Queenie's death and the scene in Tinkers? I haven't read Tinkers for some time but I'm thinking of that sinking into time.

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And so we are informed from the beginning that this is an emotionally stunted man who feels as trapped as an insect pinned to a display board.
It is not surprising that once Harold has made the decision to leave the house and then the yard that his spirits rise; a feeling of freedom and the good weather conspire to give him the confidence and energy to walk past the first mailbox.
The farther he walks he notices the details of the landscape around him with increasing frequency. Had this beauty always been surrounding him? Why hadn't he seen it? A sense of discovery and adventure propel him onward.
Sometimes living conditions and relationships can hold us hostage. As Harold's path moves northward the restrictions (on thought and action) loosen and memories from the past begin to float through his mind.
I think that most people who have carried out long journeys through a physical modality, e.g. backpacking, biking, etc., can understand how the noise of the outside world fades and we are able to see situations in a much clearer light.
In that respect I found the reliving of past memories quite believable. The ability to see past situations in such a stark, unflattering light is a bit harder to accept. Is Harold moving towards some kind of sainthood?
Alas not. As the outside world intrudes and more and more people latch on to Harold and his story with cringe-inducing motivations we see our protagonist begin to struggle with doubt, sadness and a creeping sense of hopelessness.
I enjoyed this book despite the nagging thought that Harold's leg condition should have laid him up for much longer than it did. The symptoms indicated either an infection, a muscle tear or both.
I didn't have a problem with Harold making the walk in deck shoes. I have backpacked in rubber thongs and walked miles in shoes with no support. It's not much different than walking barefoot and would we question that that was possible? The cleaning lady/doctor resoles his shoes and the narrative indicates that Harold has the shoes resoled after that whenever needed.
The concurrent transformation of Maureen (and to some extent neighbor Rex)give us resolution and a happy ending. Which is good. I like happy endings. But does anyone else think it would be more realistic for Maureen's anger to build during Harold's pilgrimage leading to an explosive and destructive conclusion of the book?


Given the basic truth of the novel, what happened to David, I'm glad for Maureen's evolution. Had she not, I think Harold would have had some difficulty recovering from the entire episode as he was at a lower point after seeing Queenie. Would it still be titled "Pilgrimage" and would it still have the same meaning?




I think that any genre of literature - summed up as succinctly as you have the pilgrimage story :-) - can be asked the same question.
In fact it is a necessary question I unconsciously ask myself while choosing a book to read. What draws me into a book is the writing first, not the genre.



Personally I enjoyed this story of an emotionally and physically shut off man, who could never deal with the realities of parenthood or later the lack thereof. In the end he finds the key to his inner self and is able to feel.

I'm curious, Ruth, as to why you nominated the book if you didn't like it at all.

I like that idea, too. But for me the execution of it fails. It could have been done so much better.

I thought the yachting shoes were a good metaphor. At the beginning of the journey, Harold is unable to make changes to his life. He feels as if he has to simply accept how things are - he accepts that he started walking in yachting shoes. Trainers would be better, but the shoes represent who he is. It is not until the end that he truly looks at the duct taped, split and paper thin shoes and realized they aren't acceptable any longer, just as the status quo with Maureen isn't acceptable.

There was this one strange thing that caught me off guard over and over again, so I wonder if any of you had the same deal? That is Harold's physical description. At least half of the book I spent envisioning it as a Dustin Hoffman or Bob Hoskins role, then along would come another mention of his unusual height. It should be James Cromwell or Max Von Sydow! (In truth if it were filmed, what would make me happiest is Tom Wilkinson. He has the ability to mesmerize me.) Anyway I don't remember being fooled repeatedly like this before.
I had a similar reaction to the mystery surrounding David. My first thought was that he was dead, and every mention of Maureen talking to him reminded me that it must be something else. Well done, I suppose...
Altho Harold was walking and got most of the novel, I thought his and Maureen's transformations were equally well described, memorable, and believable. Actually, unlike some comments above, the story felt very real to me. Even that strange nightmare that "woke" Maureen up was just right.
Finally, I was pleased by the ending. As I was reading I resisted trying to predict it, but knowing some things I didn't want to read at the end was unavoidable. For me, she left it at the right place and on the right note.

I feel much the same, Tonya, except that I really had no inkling about David. I think I was really in the moment with the book, experiencing as it was reveled/narrated.

I didn't have any trouble with Harold's physical description. I always pictured him as tall and lanky. James Cromwell would be perfect if there were a movie made of it.



Great commentary, Diane. Very perceptive.

LOL. Love the expression. But I enjoy TV's Midsomer Murders immensely, mentally checking off the requisite characters as each story unfolds: "Aha! Here comes the Nutter-on-a-Bicycle!" or "Look! There's the Lurker-in-the-Bushes!" or "Obnoxious-Old-Biddy approaching! She won't last long."

We happen to be in the midst of Midsomer Murders right now. Exactly. This book is too much like that. As to why I find that acceptable as after dinner TV and not so much in a book, hevvin knows.

It plays differently when seen, instead of described, I think--much easier to ignore the cookie-cutter characters...and the fact that the murderer will be caught when Inspector Barnaby notices that everyone in the village has joined the choir invisible except the one bloke. Then it's time to play "spot the bad guy." Could it be HIM?



Probably. I think he was ripe for any little thing to push him to do what he needed to do to unfreeze his life. Maybe he wouldn't have attempted the pilgrimage, but he would have done something else. He took cues from what was already around him and gave them greater significance than they probably deserved.

Page 158 is where I got on board: "The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time. Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.
"He walked so surely it was as if all his life he had been waiting to get up from his chair."
I mean, yes, much of this be printed on one of those motivational posters - maybe a shot of a single person silhouetted against a sea of sand dunes - but it struck a chord, and I kept reading.
I've also been trying to "read into" the fact that Queenie lost the ability to speak. Harold seemed quite struck by that.

I actually thought the relationship between Harold and Maureen was wonderfully described. That made the book for me. Some of Maureen's realizations...her growing understanding that she was pretty terrible to him...that her nasty comments became instinctive, were so true to what I see happening in distant relationships...I've been that way myself at times. I also found myself compelled by Harold, by his sense of freedom and his resourcefulness, and openness to the people he meets along the way.
Of course, this backfires when new "pilgrims" join him and completely co-opt his journey. I felt he was ultimately as brow beaten by this hangers on as he had been by Maureen, and I wanted him to escape far sooner. But openness was what he was learning and no matter how frustrated I became, it felt true to his character as it was unfolding and changing.
So, I have to say, it was an interesting experience, and I found myself wanting to trace this journey myself.

I agree with Sherry's comment. Harold was ripe for some kind of change. Queenie's letter was the trigger with the garage girl perhaps adding fuel to the fire. And maybe a greater sense of purpose.





You and I got just the same things from this book, and you expressed all of them perfectly.


That's the sequel, Jane.

Books mentioned in this topic
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (other topics)Tinkers (other topics)
Harold’s marriage is not in good shape, and hasn’t been for some time. Is this journey as much of a fleeing from as it is a walking to? What do you think of the way the problem with his son is revealed? Did you catch on ahead of time?
This book fits into an already crowded classification—the pilgrimage story has been written time and time again, both in novels and nonfiction. A recent article in The Guardian points out that it is particularly popular now. Rowan Williams, Anglican bishop, poet and theologian, spoke recently of "a whole generation of new pilgrims … wishing to cut through the clutter of institutions, and achieve self-discovery in a new place." There is the novel Pilgrimage, by Paul Coelho, which I have not read, not to mention Pilgrim’s Progress, of course. I think of a recent book, which I have read, The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty. My mind is blanking out. Can you think of others? How does this book compare to other books of pilgrimage you have read?
Pilgrimage is a word that can suffer under its burden of implied piety. But may be a necessary term for describing how more and more people are choosing to make sense of their places and of themselves. Is Harold consciously on a voyage of self-discovery? What do you think of the people he meets? How do they contribute to the story? Are they rounded characters or cardboard symbols?
That’s probably more than enough questions to get us started!