Status Updates From A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Finish by new years?

This book is even better than The Faraway Nearby, imho. I love love love Solnit!!!

Rebecca Solnit is probably my favorite contemporary writer. Every paragraph has something underlined. She writes with the perfect balance of lyricism and logic. When I read her works, I feel the sudden need to get lost, go on a journey, a hike, dance through a field, just so I might be able to write a teaspoon of what she can.

This book ugh...The author writes from a place of security, of confidence that when she “gets lost” a brigade of policemen, firefighters and rescue workers will find her anyway. That’s not the case everywhere. If you get lost in my country the outcome might not be happy and certainly no one will leap to find you. And “let children get lost part”...yeah, right.

We used to imagine apocalypse rather than what future technology will appose

Phases of life eg teenage years we are lost in certain way; in childhood we are lost through our parents? In adulthood we are lost through society obligations?

Negotiating emotional and culture distance , what does that mean for the inner world? Loose your own identity?

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you... "The things we want are transformative, and we don't know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation.

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you... "The things we want are transformative, and we don't know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation.

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you... The things we want are transformative

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you

How do you know the right thing when the nature of the right thing is unknown

Her writing is so good, filled with amazing images without being too dense

This book makes me want to write songs. I'm enthralled. I already know I want to read it again immediately after I finish it.

5 pages in and I know this IS THE BOOK I am going to keep coming back.

Lost... and maybe found.
Profound.
Beautiful.
Strange.
Review to come.

I got this in Tate Modern gallery, but despite the searing brilliance of the first essay on the colour blue, it's an odd but fortunate place to find it. This remarkable, beautiful, and provocative collection of essays plots our lives on a vast, multi-dimensional canvas, focusing on journeys, distance, separation, place, ageing, loss, music, literature. Awe-inspiring. Inspiring. A metaphysical breath of fresh air.

I’m dissolving in the languid beauty of distant hues of blue.

Some things we have only as long as they remain lost, some things are not lost only so long as they are distant.

"In the 1980s we imagined apocalypse because it was easier than the strange complicated futures that money, power, and technology would impose, intricate futures hard to exit. In the same way, teenagers imagine dying young because death is more imaginable than the person that all the decisions and burdens of adulthood may make of you." Woah.

I’m in love with this book. She relates, with far more eloquence than I’ll ever muster, thoughts and ideas of my own.

Oke imma put this one on hold want heb ff geen zin in nonfictie

“In dreams, nothing is lost. Childhood homes, the dead, lost toys all appear with a vividness your waking mind could not achieve. Nothing is lost but you yourself, wanderer in a terrain where even the most familiar places aren’t quite themselves and open onto the impossible.”

I have a feeling I need to buy this book, not just borrow it from the library...

i am most definitely going to need to reread “two arrowheads”. oh my god. her mind

“The people close to you become mirrors and journals in which you record your history, the instruments that help you know yourself and remember yourself, and you do the same for them.”

“every love has its landscape.”

“Na vysokohorskej turistike vraj ide o dobytie vrcholu, ale čím vyššie človek vystúpu, tým je svet väčší a on sa cíti menší, uchvátený a oslobodený tým, koľko je vôkol priestoru, koľko miest, kam sa dá ísť, koľko nepoznaného.”

“Na vysokohorskej turistike vraj ide o dobytie vrcholu, ale čím vyššie človek vystúpu, tým je svet väčší a on sa cíti menší, uchvátený a oslobodený tým, koľko je vôkol priestoru, koľko miest, kam sa dá ísť, koľko nepoznaného.”

Particularly enjoyed this final "The Blue of Distance" section, where Solnit dives into the life and work of Yves Klein.