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Into the Wild
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I love Jon Krakauer. I didn't find one single thing about the Alex McCandless even remotely interesting. He came across as a spoiled brat with no concept of reality - basically because of his priveleged upbringing. But somehow, he blamed his parents for that void of myopic self absorption.
I live in Alaska and I've lived in Idaho and Colorado and Oregon . . . basically AROUND people who love the great outdoors. I am more comfortable in a heated coffee shop READING about the great outdoors. Still, I know that heading into any forest - particularly one at that latitude and altitude in pursuit of adventure with (a) no food, (b) no gear, (c) no plan and (d) no backup plan is nothing short of delusional or maybe just stupid.
I absolutely adore Jon Krakauer's attempts to explain Alex's possible motives and angst. I get that Krakauer identifies with some of what gnawed at Alex . . . that discontent . . . that feeling that life can't possibly be this pointless . . . etc. I wonder about those things with fairly consistent frequency. I suppose I have my own means of stamping those feelings out (alternating burst of extreme carbohydrate consumption and running or spinning; work and volunteerism). Still, the fact that Alex died of exposure in an abandoned bus in Denali National Park is less poignant than poetic - justice, that is. Darwinism, if you want to be cruel.
(Cringe) That sounded really awful, didn't it? But Krakauer carefully paints a picture of a young man completely disillusioned with the life that his parents provided for him, the future they groomed him for. A life easier, better than theirs. He points to his parents' mistakes and flaws as lightening rods for Alex's rejection of them and his pursuit of deeper understanding.
What a luxury. One that we all pursue at some point in our lives and if we have any sense, grow out of. I was constantly irritated with Alex for hitching, homelessness, biting every hand that tried to feed him. His lonely, desperate death not at all surprising and not terribly sad, either . . . except for what it put his family through.
I had no interest in seeing the movie. I saw trailer images of a young man looking off into the wildnerness with depth and intensity and that is NOT the Alex McCandless I got to know in the book. If Sean Penn managed to paint a more enlightened image of Alex, then he deviated from the book quite a bit.
I live in Alaska and I've lived in Idaho and Colorado and Oregon . . . basically AROUND people who love the great outdoors. I am more comfortable in a heated coffee shop READING about the great outdoors. Still, I know that heading into any forest - particularly one at that latitude and altitude in pursuit of adventure with (a) no food, (b) no gear, (c) no plan and (d) no backup plan is nothing short of delusional or maybe just stupid.
I absolutely adore Jon Krakauer's attempts to explain Alex's possible motives and angst. I get that Krakauer identifies with some of what gnawed at Alex . . . that discontent . . . that feeling that life can't possibly be this pointless . . . etc. I wonder about those things with fairly consistent frequency. I suppose I have my own means of stamping those feelings out (alternating burst of extreme carbohydrate consumption and running or spinning; work and volunteerism). Still, the fact that Alex died of exposure in an abandoned bus in Denali National Park is less poignant than poetic - justice, that is. Darwinism, if you want to be cruel.
(Cringe) That sounded really awful, didn't it? But Krakauer carefully paints a picture of a young man completely disillusioned with the life that his parents provided for him, the future they groomed him for. A life easier, better than theirs. He points to his parents' mistakes and flaws as lightening rods for Alex's rejection of them and his pursuit of deeper understanding.
What a luxury. One that we all pursue at some point in our lives and if we have any sense, grow out of. I was constantly irritated with Alex for hitching, homelessness, biting every hand that tried to feed him. His lonely, desperate death not at all surprising and not terribly sad, either . . . except for what it put his family through.
I had no interest in seeing the movie. I saw trailer images of a young man looking off into the wildnerness with depth and intensity and that is NOT the Alex McCandless I got to know in the book. If Sean Penn managed to paint a more enlightened image of Alex, then he deviated from the book quite a bit.
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I would have been utterly destroyed if that had been one of my kids. None of us is perfect. We all need help from time to time and God only knows parenting is an enormous challenge. It's up to all of us, parents and children alike to keep trying to communicate with each other.


It's impossible to justify a young person's romantic ideals.
I loved the book. And I truly hope your reviews don't deter others from giving it a shot.


His name is Chris McCandless. CHRIS.

The fact that you used the wrong name for the protagonist in your review tells me all I need to know about why you didn't like this book - you clearly didn't get it.

This kid was really dumb and wasted the gift of life. This book isn't about living on your own terms, it's about not being an idiot and trying to learn about the wilderness instead of committing suicide by plunging forward full of ignorance. On second thought, I guess I see why this book resonates with so many people.





Death is itself a part of life.
We don't have that courage to follow our heart which Chris had. We fear death and misery.
Don't compare him with your ordinary thinking and lifestyles. He was inspired by fiction.Not by our damn society.

he saw things the way we people possibly cant
so have some respect ...

Why not judge the book by how the author told the story not on what an inspiring and amazing young man the supertramp was.

Why not judge the book by how the author told the story not on what an inspiring and amazing young man the supertramp was.

I wish I could find a way to respect your view for Chris McCandless. However, I'm really struggling.
I read this particular book in high school.
I never really appreciated the read until the high school doors closed.
I have not seen everything that there is on this ball of life. However. I've seen quite enough to where it disgusts me in a way.
Everywhere I've turned, I find nothing but people's character and nature oppressed by a social-economic status.
Ego Vs. Eco
A lot of times I find myself looking at a society afraid to be human because we are not supposed to feel... Just work, do this, do that.
It's as if, we as human beings were to be forced into a stale and laborious agenda until death! For what?!
Chris saw this.
I don't blame him for leaving that life.
He needed to live the one life he had as Chris McCandless that he had on Earth.
No matter how "easy" his life may seemed to have been, who are you to judge his character and Chris McCandless himself?
Deemed as the ultimate trade in life, he was able to do it, simple, and that was true courage of a brave heart.







