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lanner 's review for:
The Daily Coyote: Story of Love, Survival, and Trust In the Wilds of Wyoming
by Shreve Stockton
I liked the book because I admired how she took risks and worked through all the hard times that resulted from her decisions. I didn't like that she never showed herself in an unflattering light. That's her right, of course, but it weakened the impact of the story for me. And I know she didn't write the book for me, but this is my review.
If I take this book as simply a memoir, then it's fine. Interesting, philosophical, beautiful descriptions of snow and sagebrush...and I admire her absolute commitment to Charlie's well-being. I don't share the belief she seems to hold that life is always trying to teach us something.
My belief is that life is ruled by science that we humans may never fully grasp, and is completely emotionless. That quality of dispassion makes me sometimes feel that life is random to the Nth degree, but mathematics and chemistry underlie everything.
The one part of Shreve's story that leaves me with a funny feeling....like information is being withheld from me, information that might be very important to me...is that she never mentions sexuality. She has a sexual relationship with a man, her un-neutered coyote regularly sleeps in the bed with them, she raises Charlie right through the time he comes into maturity, and she barely touches on sex. Sex is a major life force. How can she ignore its impact, and why? I could understand if she said it was private and she chose not to talk about it in this memoir, but she didn't. She just ignores it.
So okay, like I said this is her memoir, only hers; she didn't write it for me. But that whole struggle for dominance thing? Did she ever entertain the idea that sexuality might be in play? She made it ALL about alpha status and emotional balance--but you can't achieve balance if you pretend that the bowling ball on your scales is not only invisible, but also weightless.
If I take this book as simply a memoir, then it's fine. Interesting, philosophical, beautiful descriptions of snow and sagebrush...and I admire her absolute commitment to Charlie's well-being. I don't share the belief she seems to hold that life is always trying to teach us something.
My belief is that life is ruled by science that we humans may never fully grasp, and is completely emotionless. That quality of dispassion makes me sometimes feel that life is random to the Nth degree, but mathematics and chemistry underlie everything.
The one part of Shreve's story that leaves me with a funny feeling....like information is being withheld from me, information that might be very important to me...is that she never mentions sexuality. She has a sexual relationship with a man, her un-neutered coyote regularly sleeps in the bed with them, she raises Charlie right through the time he comes into maturity, and she barely touches on sex. Sex is a major life force. How can she ignore its impact, and why? I could understand if she said it was private and she chose not to talk about it in this memoir, but she didn't. She just ignores it.
So okay, like I said this is her memoir, only hers; she didn't write it for me. But that whole struggle for dominance thing? Did she ever entertain the idea that sexuality might be in play? She made it ALL about alpha status and emotional balance--but you can't achieve balance if you pretend that the bowling ball on your scales is not only invisible, but also weightless.