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At the age of seventeen, Eustace Conway ditched the comforts of his suburban existence to escape to the wild. Away from the crushing disapproval of his father, he lived alone in a teepee in the mountains. Everything he needed he built, grew or killed. He made his clothes from deer he killed and skinned before using their sinew as sewing thread. But he didn't stop there. In the years that followed, he stopped at nothing in pursuit of bigger, bolder challenges. He travelled the Mississippi in a handmade wooden canoe; he walked the two-thousand-mile Appalachian Trail; he hiked across the German Alps in trainers; he scaled cliffs in New Zealand. One Christmas, he finished dinner with his family and promptly upped and left – to ride his horse across America. From South Carolina to the Pacific, with his little brother in tow, they dodged cars on the highways, ate road kill and slept on the hard ground. Now, more than twenty years on, Eustace is still in the mountains, residing in a thousand-acre forest where he teaches survival skills and attempts to instil in people a deeper appreciation of nature. But over time he has had to reconcile his ambitious dreams with the sobering realities of modernity. Told with Elizabeth Gilbert's trademark wit and spirit, this is a fascinating, intimate portrait of an endlessly complicated man: a visionary, a narcissist, a brilliant but flawed modern hero. The Last American Man is an unforgettable adventure story of an irrepressible life lived to the extreme. The Last American Man is a New York Times Notable Book and National Book Critics Circle Award Finalist.
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Wow. Really enjoyed it. I feel like Gilbert hit her stride with this book much more so than with “[b:Eat, Pray, Love 19501 Eat, Pray, Love Elizabeth Gilbert http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1269870432s/19501.jpg 3352398].” It is such a talent to be able to capture someone sensitively, warts and all, but that is exactly what Gilbert did for the obviously complex (although I suppose we're all complex) Eustace Conway, not to mention provide some interesting and unique insight into the idea of American masculinity. Conway is endearing and infuriating in equal amounts, and I finished the book wanting desperately to know what he is up to this very minute. My one complaint is a small one–given Conway's evident desire for privacy and peace of mind, it seems curious that Gilbert, even though she and Conway are obviously close friends (I think Gilbert dated one of Conway's brothers?), would allow her completely unfettered access to his diary and personal letters. I think this truly excellent work of non-fiction would have been even more excellent had Gilbert examined how Conway's motivation to allow her to explore his life is another–at times conflictual (is that a word?)–facet of his personality.