“You should have seen me in my twenties-I ruled the land I walked upon, it was mine,” Knight said, exposing the prideful streak that runs below his surface of contrition.
Though he suffered deeply at times, he insists he never once had a medical emergency, or a serious illness, or a bad accident, or even a cold.ĭuring the summers, especially in the early years, he was strong, fit, and spry. Knight quarantined himself from the human race and thus avoided our biohazards. The price of sociability is sometimes our health. The muck that matters, the bad bacteria, the evil virus, is typically passed through coughs and sneezes and handshakes and kisses. Pine needles and mud don’t make you dirty, except superficially.
Knight lived in the dirt but was cleaner than you. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. By turns riveting and thought-provoking, The Stranger in the Woods gives us a deeply moving portrait of a man determined to live his own way. Since returning to the world, he has faced unique challenges-and compelled us to reexamine our assumptions about what makes a good life. A former alarm technician, he stealthily broke into nearby cottages for food, books, and supplies, taking only what he needed but sowing unease in a community plagued by his mysterious burglaries. He would not have a conversation with another person for the next twenty-seven years.ĭrawing on extensive interviews with Knight himself, journalist Michael Finkel shows how Knight lived in a tent in a secluded encampment, developing ingenious ways to store provisions and stave off frostbite during the winters. Most will never act on it-but in 1986, twenty-year-old Christopher Knight did just that when he left his home in Massachusetts, drove to Maine, and disappeared into the woods. Many people dream of escaping modern life. A National Geographic Best Book of the Year
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