Raynor Winn, The Salt Path
If I was a better person, I would've reread Raynor Winn's memoir-y The Salt Path before posting these notes, but....
The thing is, I loved this book when I read it during the interregnum, during the long months of COVID that I wasn't posting on the blog. It's sweet and tough and clear-eyed, and I've recommended it to so many people IRL that it just doesn't make sense not to say something here.Raynor Winn and her husband Moth learn that he has a terminal illness, they lose their family home which provided them with their income. Homeless, unemployed, and facing an uncertain path toward Moth's certain death, the logical move is for these two 50+ non-hikers to walk the 630-mile coastal path from Taunton, in Somerset, to Pencarrow Head, in Dorset. Things go wrong, things go right, but the path and the world remain, and they finish their very long walk together.
And it's stunning.
Moth's cranky but determined, Raynor canny but distractible, and their relationship is improbably unshakeable, all to such an extent that I would've loved to spend even more time with them than the 272 pages that The Salt Path runs. Fortunately, since this one came out in 2018, Winn has already written a second memoir-y book, The Wild Silence, with a third one due this fall, again from Penguin, entitled Landlines.
As often happens to me, somehow I've found myself less motivated to seek out the sequel to a book I so enjoyed. I'd love to justify it somehow (small presses rather than Penguin! so many new voices to check out! variety is the spice of life!), but honestly it's probably COVID and fatigue.
You'll almost certainly love this book, I swear.