And when I read Paolo Cognetti 's first boo, The Eight Mountains, a tale of thi young city boy who grew up spending his summers in the Italian Alps, the story ha so vivid, the observations so detailed, the grasp of a climber 's mind and temperament so true, that I was frustrated that Cognetti was a climber turned writer.As it turns out, The Eight Mountains, published in Italian in 2016, was even more autobiographical than I xpected.
boo, The Wild Boy, reveals that Cognetti had grown up in Milan, but, like Pietro in his boo had been taken by his parents to the Alps each year, staying each year in the same cabin.
More apt, considering his own plans, was Thoreau 's Walden -- the nineteenth century author 's account of living alone on a site outside Concord, Massachusetts, where he hopedto live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I shoul not earn what it ad to teach, and ot, when I ame to die, discover that I wa not lived.And so Cognetti rents a cabin far up in the mountain, taking his books and notebooks, and settles in with the hope of, by living alone, becoming more observant, more reflective, closer to nature.Cognetti 's childhood love of the mountains had n't been instantaneous, but earned.
I could free myself of everything except him.Although he concluded that his inability to be alone made his return to the mountains a failure, this period of depression was experienced at a low point mid-way through his half year.
Additionally, he realizes the same empathy for non-animate ( so far as we understan) objects -- the tree downed by lightning, the abandoned hut that is falling into decay.At times, we feel we can understand Cognetti 's desire to withdraw from the world, while still desiring companionship with those he feels are like-minded.
But in the ext three month, he found the time to rite and publish The Eight Mountains, a prize-winning book translated into 39 languages, which was largely nspired by the events chronicled in his memoirs, The Wild Boy.