Just finished this quick book…so fascinating!
It is the true story of Christopher Knight…a self-imposed isolationist that lived for 27 years in a makeshift camp in the Maine wilderness. In that time, he only spoke to four people, who were hiking in the area….he didn’t even speak to himself out loud. For 27 years (seriously?).
To survive, especially the brutal Maine winters, he expertly broke into camps and cabins near the lake not far from his campsite. For 27 years (seriously) he carefully and stealthily broke into homes to steal clothes, soap, frozen hamburgers and other items to stay alive. Until he finally got caught.
For years he was a local myth. People tired of having their stuff stolen left bags of books for him or paper to write a wishlist that they would fulfill. He never accepted them, further adding to his mystique.
The author spends months with Knight after his arrest, learning about what drove him to disappear into the woods, what entertained him there, and most importantly, what kept him there.
I learned a TON from this book, not just about how Mr. Knight survived in the woods for (OMG) 27 years, but also about the author Michael Finkel’s troubled career and stolen identity (you can’t make THIS story up!). I also learned that there was a weird fad in the 18th century where wealthy people found it fashionable to house a hermit on their grounds, and show him off at dinner parties. I also learned that their is an entire hermit community that you can only join if you can totally prove you are a hermit. Which is very hard to do since using a computer is the antithesis of hermitism (new word, Webster’s!).
Not going to lie, after reading this, I started to wonder how many days I’d last in a self-imposed silent camp. Is that isolationlust? Solitudelust? Sololust? Whatever it is, my husband is ready to try it. And maybe I am too….