Books like Walking

This book has shaped the way I look at consensus.

Like Holden standing slightly outside Pencey and watching the people around him without quite belonging, I have often felt most comfortable observing from the edge. In many ways, that distance is part of what made me a writer.

I also love the intimacy of Holden's voice, the sense that he is speaking directly to someone he trusts. I try to keep readers close in my own writing too, even without addressing them directly.

His wandering through Manhattan speaks to the flâneur in me, and I return to the humor, the sensitivity to detail, and the humanity of the book. Even when Holden is haunted by the past, he keeps choosing the present.

Tom Robbins is my favorite writer, and I return to his books again and again.

He once wrote that clocks no more contain time than books contain reality, which comes very close to how I think about both time and fiction. He was smart, funny, loyal to no genre but his own voice, and in a way practiced what he preached, still writing as if he were thirty even in his nineties.

Jitterbug Perfume is Robbins at full strength: playful, sensual, philosophical, and gloriously unwilling to stay in one time period, one tone, or even one sense. The jacket captures that perfectly: it begins in the forests of ancient Bohemia and does not conclude until nine o'clock tonight, Paris time. I love that sense of centuries collapsing into one immediate moment.

This is one of those rare books that seems completely familiar and still manages to reveal something new every time I return to it.

In a way, I think we are all a little Pooh, a little Eeyore, and a little of the others too. What stays with me most is Pooh himself: he lives almost entirely in the present, with a kind of honey-filled stoicism.

I also love the book's playfulness with language, the expedition to the North Pole, and the sense that the Hundred Acre Wood is both simple and mysterious. That combination has stayed with me for years: language that is rich without being lofty, and an ordinary place that becomes magical simply because someone is paying attention.

This is one of those books that makes me wish I could have met its author, Jerome K. Jerome.

To me, he is proof that humor can be timeless, and that very often it is only the lightest covering for a deep and truthful way of looking at life. I love his attention to detail, his fussiness, his very personal sense of what matters and what does not, his affection for nature, and the unmistakable Britishness of the whole thing.

Most of all, I love the way the book turns life's inconveniences into something worth observing and laughing at. The river keeps moving, and so does the present. The point is not only where you are going, but noticing what is happening along the way.

I love walking and always go for a joy-spotting ‘doodle walk’ when I need to clear my head or lift my spirits. This fascinating book helped me understand how the humble walk changes my thoughts and perceptions and why it’s so good for my health and well-being.

I no longer miss running and savor my walks more than ever. I highly recommend it if you need a nudge to get outdoors! 

In 1983 the 47-year-old fell runner Joss Naylor set a record of 19 hours 14 minutes for touching all 27 relevant lakes in the Lake District.

His astonishing time for this 169km run still stands. This was not on the flat, of course, but often over rough country, involving over 6km of vertical height gain.

He had to prepare his support team, find his own route and have witnesses at each lake in the days before mobile phones or satnav. The author walked the route in 2020 with a photographer and Joss in 10 days, still not hanging about for a man in his 80s.

Joss chose to donate his royalties for this inspirational book to the Brathay Trust, which helps the disadvantaged, match funded by publishers Cicerone.

This is a book for people who like to come home to a steaming mug of tea after a long walk in the countryside – rain or shine. Kate Humble takes us with her on her walks through the year, both at home and abroad. Her descriptions of the Wye Valley make you want to put on your wellies and walk out the door, dogs in tow, ready to splash through puddles, hop styles, and walk beneath the trees and the clouds. It is a lovely reminder that it is so often the little things in life that can bring us the most happiness: muddy walks in the woods, chatting to friends over a pot of coffee, watching the sky change as the sun rises. I love this book so much: it’s a lesson in the benefits of learning to live in the moment and to not take the simple… show more.

At first glance, this appears to be a picture book about a baby learning to walk...but oh no...it is much more than that! It is a book about learning how to do anything - and a great book for adult learners (an excellent graduation gift as well). In this book, the baby has to face the following as they are learning to walk: support (sometimes what you think will support you, won’t), looking out for things that are fragile, pulling yourself up, and being ok if your knees buckle. Grip and pull yourself up, then find your balance. Remember to breathe, feel the sway, and let go. It’s common to fall down, are your socks bunching up? Shoes too tight? Diaper weighing you down? (Fix things before you start.) Make sure your path is clear of obstacles and expect some rough patches. Look toward where you want to… show more.

OK, this isn't focused on the subterranean, but it does touch frequently upon underpasses and tunnels and is a personal journey, passing through the parts of London where the 'Ginger Line' - the London Overground railway - runs. Sinclair uses his experiences to illuminate the changing city, a jumping-off point for explorations of places, their past, and present. His journey is bound up with writers and artists of all kinds. He, like Ackroyd, has an eye for the bizarre, but Sinclair has a sense of danger, real and modern, while Ackroyd summons the haunting past.

This book really got to me because it offers a rich and quixotic history of walking that encompasses the Romantics, the French flaneurs, and a host of other wanderers. In her chapter on San Francisco, Solnit re-maps the space of her home city in a way that outlines her own rediscovery and gave me new eyes to see a place that I love.