Reading ......Annie .........Dillard ........slowly
I have I think read most if not all of Annie Dillard’s books or so I thought. I recently discovered that she had written a couple of poetry books. I was re-reading possibly the most famous of her books Pilgrim at Tinker Creek published in 1997, a book that again I think my mother gave me. It has been compared to Henry Thoreau’s book Waldon although for my own taste Pilgrim is the better book. Both though are slow reads for me. I can only take so much at one go. It’s not so much the detail but the depth of the writing. I should at this stage out myself as a highly dyslexic person who reads very well but probably at a third of the speed of most people, so what I mean by slow read’ is picking it up reading and then reading again and then sitting often stunned by what I have just read. Sometimes it’s just sometime later that I think back to it and Kaprow! I am catapulted back into the enormity of it. Dillard writes of such everyday experiences but draws out the extraordinary c...