A review by riften
The Salt Path by Raynor Winn

3.0

I think this is the only time in history a Cornish pasty has been used as a metaphor for grief. Raynor Winn’s memoir of her sudden homelessness, husband’s sickness, and their gruelling trek along 600m of southwest coastline is surprisingly whimsical - and a little mystical at times, which I loved. I do take issue with Winn suggesting that “native homeless” would be met with more sympathy if they were refugees arriving in small boats, or fleeing a war. It just feels callous and delusional to think that way in today’s climate.