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Walking Writers’ Circle – Walking Together
An “Invitation Only” event for shortlisted authors in the Walking Together writing ocmpetition with VIP guests. VIP guests confirmed include Amelia Hodsdon, our current writer-in-residence, and Ann de Forest, author, poet and editor of “Ways of Walking”.
• The Privilege of Walking and Writing: A Journey Down the Street and Across the World
During the past many summers, I’ve explored the relationship between walking and writing. As Kathleen Rooney, our flâneuse laureate of Chicago, wrote “A walk is almost never the fastest way to get somewhere. But both walks and poems can afford a more textured and deep experience of space and time.” Source: The Privilege of Walking
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Bookseller Editor’s Choice
‘A wonderful book – exhilarating and taut, fearless in its explorations of wildness, risk, motherhood, and the inner and outer worlds of the writer’ Jon McGregor
‘This book is beautiful’ Emma Jane Unsworth
Climbing gives you the illusion of being in control, just for a while, the tantalising sense of being able to stay one move ahead of death.
Helen Mort has always been drawn to the thrill and risk of climbing: the tension between human and rockface, and the climber’s powerful connection to the elemental world. But when she becomes a mother for the first time, she finds herself re-examining her relationship with both the natural world and herself, as well as the way the world views women who aren’t afraid to take risks.
A Line Above the Sky melds memoir and nature writing to ask why humans are drawn to danger, and how we can find freedom in pushing our limits. It is a visceral love letter to losing oneself in physicality, whether climbing a mountain or bringing a child into the world, and an unforgettable celebration of womanhood in all its forms.
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