Discover why The Roads to Sata by Alan Booth is such a great book to read.
When I was trying to fall asleep, my brain suddenly was like "Hey: what about The Roads to Sata?" And then I was like "Woh."
When people ask me for lists of fave books, I don't often remember to mention this book, and that's just nucking futs, eh? This book moved me in ways I can't articulate, and lives on in me, and yet sometimes I forget. Sorta like life lessons, that we inexplicably forget and have to re-learn time and again.
On the surface it's a travelogue, but one of the slowest and quietest and most zen ever, all in a non-self-conscious and non-self-important way. It's obliquely about culture and humanity and life and where we fit into all those.
I deeply deeply love this book. Enough that I actually wrote to the author via his publisher to express my appreciation and thanks [snailmail pre-internet]. And I actually received a snailmail reply: from the author's widow, who let me know he had recently passed, and how much she appreciated my writing, and how proud she was of his work.
Again, I deeply, deeply love this book.
