Drifting and striding, in Hollywood and elsewhere, with Geoff Nicholson - author of The Lost Art of Walking, and Walking in Ruins withcholson, author of Toff Nidrifting and stomping withcholson, author of The Lost Art of Walking, considers the narrower and wider shores of obsessive pedestrianism.
Showing posts with label Portnoy's Complaint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portnoy's Complaint. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2013

SURPRISING PLACE TO COME ACROSS AN APPROVING REFERENCE TO WALKING



I just found it right there in Philip Roth’s Portnoy’s Complaint.  Portnoy, is questioning whether his childhood was really as terrible as he now remembers it:

“What else? Walks, walks with my father in Weequahic Park on Sundays that I still haven’t forgotten.  You know, I can’t go off to the country and find an acorn without thinking of him and those walks.  And that’s not nothing, nearly thirty years later.”

The story of all our lives, if we're lucky.