Harold
Fry is a retired brewery employee with a failing marriage and few friends. When
he receives an unexpected letter from a friend, hewrites a hasty reply, and
heads for the mailbox. And so begins a most unlikely pilgrimage, one that
is full of poignant moments that reveal the difficult beauty of life and the
ordinary extraordinariness of strangers as friends yet to be met.
Harold leaves home in his regular garb and yachting shoes (which create
painful blisters in short order), but when he reaches his usual mailbox, the
beauty of the day leads him to decide to walk a little further to the next one. As
he walks, he thinks about his friend, whom he hasn't seen in 20 years, and
somehow comes to the decision that he needs to walk all the way to the hospice
where she's living her final days because somehow that will save her. That
wouldn't be a big deal except the hospice is some 500 km to the north.
Harold's magical thinking, his reflections on his past, and his
encounters with strangers (not to mention the media) make for an entertaining
and thought-provoking read. Rachel Joyce's narrative pulls the reader along the
highways and byways of England, where, with Harold, we meet a group of cycling
mothers, a Slovakian doctor, a very famous actor, a journalist, a man in a
gorilla suit, and so many others who come and go from Harold's life and leave
him with very human and often very moving or unnerving stories that have him
"trying to find a place within himself in which to keep [them]" (p.171). The pilgrimage transforms Harold and his wife Maureen in
unexpected ways, and the reader is left with the sense that life is miraculous,
that love is essential, and that even when prospects look dim, hope is somehow
always there to carry us forward.
So, next time you run into me at the One Week Loan shelf, I know exactly
what I'll put into your hands. Or if you aren't likely to run into me, you
might like to sign out a copy of The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry for
yourself.
1 comment:
Oh that sounds like a good one! I know about blstered feet, my poor toes after Maui,ouch!
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