If he was completely alone on the Island, who took those beautifully composed pictures of him fishing, considering it was the 50s where there were no electronic cameras with timers and stuff? ex: http://www.janesoceania.com/suvarov_tom_neale/fishing.jpg
Was it Tagi, the pearl diver? If yes, then he wasn't really alone, was he? What am I missing from this situation?
I've found that in most of these stories, the people who have lived alone haven't been without human contact for any significant period of time. If that fact wasn't downplayed or outright omitted the story probably wouldn't sell as well. In this aspect, their stories are not that different from the tens or hundreds of thousands of lonely people whose apartment or house might as well be an island. It's probably also very difficult to live anywhere for years without eventually running into someone, never mind decades.
It's a long, but great read (i read it over the last 2 days.) Thanks to the original sharer on here.
It's interesting that the book mentions 2 of the times he stayed on the island, but doesn't mention the last, and longest (of 10 years). Nor does it mention that he had kids in between, which is mind boggling to me, how you could leave them.
The same dry commentary made riveting by insightful and sometimes whimsical observations, the same hardship usually effortlessly overcome, and of course the same solitary strength of a middle-aged man. Both stories make me a bit envious, and inspire me to create a little more with my hands.
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[ 2.7 ms ] story [ 32.0 ms ] threadWas it Tagi, the pearl diver? If yes, then he wasn't really alone, was he? What am I missing from this situation?
It's interesting that the book mentions 2 of the times he stayed on the island, but doesn't mention the last, and longest (of 10 years). Nor does it mention that he had kids in between, which is mind boggling to me, how you could leave them.
It's a great read but hard on the eyes. Reader mode lays it out just beautifully.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYJKd0rkKss
Alone in the Wilderness - Dick Proenneke
The same dry commentary made riveting by insightful and sometimes whimsical observations, the same hardship usually effortlessly overcome, and of course the same solitary strength of a middle-aged man. Both stories make me a bit envious, and inspire me to create a little more with my hands.