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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • The remarkable true story of a man who lived alone in the woods of Maine for 27 years, making this dream a reality—not out of anger at the world, but simply because he preferred to live on his own.

“A meditation on solitude, wildness and survival.” —The Wall Street Journal

In 1986, a shy and intelligent twenty-year-old named Christopher Knight left his home in Massachusetts, drove to Maine, and disappeared into the forest. He would not have a conversation with another human being until nearly three decades later, when he was arrested for stealing food. Living in a tent even through brutal winters, he had survived by his wits and courage, developing ingenious ways to store edibles and water, and to avoid freezing to death. He broke into nearby cottages for food, clothing, reading material, and other provisions, taking only what he needed but terrifying a community never able to solve the mysterious burglaries. Based on extensive interviews with Knight himself, this is a vividly detailed account of his secluded life—why did he leave? what did he learn?—as well as the challenges he has faced since returning to the world. It is a gripping story of survival that asks fundamental questions about solitude, community, and what makes a good life, and a deeply moving portrait of a man who was determined to live his own way, and succeeded.

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Vintage; Reprint edition (January 30, 2018)
Language ‏ : ‎ English
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 224 pages
ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1101911530
ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1101911532
Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 2.31 pounds
Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 5.13 x 0.65 x 7.93 inches
Reviewer: Mountain Buddha
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
Title: Civilization and its Magnificent Discontent: A Masterpiece of Research Journalism
Review: …[L]ocals were enraged by Knight’s actions. The actual items he stole might be minor, but he also took people’s peace of mind. Their sense of security. Some said they were afraid to sleep in their own cabins, afraid for decades. ‘I felt violated, over and over again,’ said Debbie Baker, who has owned a place on North Pond with her husband for more than twenty years. ‘I lost count how many times he broke in.’ Her two sons, when they were young, were terrified of the Hermit. They had nightmares about him.So frequently, in our modernized and “progressive” society, we romanticize the escape into the wild; and while it’s true that people have been retreating to nature for its restorative powers since the beginning of time—Jesus, Buddha, Gilgamesh, St. Anthony—it was really the literature of the Romantic period—Keats, Wordsworth, Coleridge – that began to codify the retreat into Nature as a literary, as well as a physical, aesthetic. Wordsworth’s “Tintern Abbey”, and Shelley’s Victor Frankenstein, who found the French Alps “sublime and magnificent”, and whose “scenes afforded [him] the greatest consolation that [he] was capable of receiving” are but two examples. In the American tradition those carrying the torch of the Romantics begin with Emerson, Thoreau and Muir. Thoreau, who famously moved to the woods because he wanted to suck all the marrow out of life, Emerson’s “transparent eye-ball” and Muir’s near death experiences in a Sequoia and on a glacier all attempt to accomplish the same goal: to find Life by obliterating ego, to find one’s self by seeking Nature. So, what happens when someone seeks out Nature not to return? Michael Finkel’s telling of Christopher Knight’s story, in his book The Stranger in the Woods, explores that question.In 1986, Christopher Knight quit his job, cashed his final paycheck, got in his Subaru Brat and headed south to Florida; he turned around and drove north all the way to central Maine, down one dirt road, then another, until the car could no longer navigate the path. He drove his car as far into the woods as the trail would take him, threw his keys in the center console, got out and started walking. He never looked back.For almost three decades Knight lived virtually unknown in solitude. On a body of water called North Pond, just about smack in the middle of the state, he constructed an inconspicuous camp where he remained, hardly ever leaving except to steal supplies and food. He talked to virtually no one in nearly a quarter century, save a lone hiker and some fisherman, all of whom came upon him accidentally over the course of his tenure in the wild. Outside of those encounters, he never spoke. He listened to the radio, he read, he meditated—if meditation is sitting quietly and simply being—and he came face to face with death; or as he called it, “the Lady of the Woods”. He also committed approximately 1,000 instances of breaking and entering and petty theft. It was how he survived. In so doing, he inhabited a curious space between shunning civilization completely, and being totally dependent on it for survival.This book should be on your shelf for any number of reasons, but one of them is that this book is an incredibly quick read. You won’t need days, weeks or months to finish it. I think it took me a total of six hours, give or take, to digest this, and I don’t really consider myself a speedy reader; in fact, I’m still trudging, after several months, through Michener’s Alaska: I love it, but it’s tedious. Finkel’s book moves with rapidity for two reasons: first, it’s fascinating. How does someone endure nearly thirty years in a tent through twenty-seven New England winters? Additionally, he does this without so much as hardly talking to or touching another human being. He doesn’t take months to prepare for this ordeal, or perhaps years, like Chris McCandless from John Krakauer’s Into the Wild, nor does he take supplies. He had neither a map, nor compass nor food. Just himself. And he wasn’t looking to find himself or some deeper meaning in life like Cheryl Strayed: he was looking to get lost. Secondly, Finkel’s prose is straightforward and lacks the density of academic writing. After all, Finkel’s a journalist and not an academic. He’s much more of a story teller than a story analyst. So, readers will find themselves both engrossed with and gratified by the book’s content and pace.Readers will also identify with Finkel’s admiration for Knight. Imagine living not just alone in the woods, but also in a camp, a tent (not a cabin or shack for shelter), cooking over a propane stove or grill, shitting in a hole in the ground for twenty-seven years. (Knight lived in constant fear of being caught, and so never once started a fire. Not even for warmth. Living through almost thirty… thirty! Maine winters.) Finkel writes with what I interpret as a sense of bewilderment at the length of Knight’s tenure, his ability to survive, and the absoluteness of his solitude:None of these hermits remained as secluded as long as Knight did, at least not without significant help from assistants, or without being corralled into a monastery or convent, which is what happened to the Desert Fathers and Mothers. There might have existed—or it’s possible, currently exist—hermits more completely hidden than Knight, but if so, they have never been found. Capturing Knight was the human equivalent of netting a giant squid. His seclusion was not pure, he was a thief, but he persisted for twenty-seven years while speaking a total of one word and never touching anyone else. Christopher Knight, you could argue, is the most solitary person in all of human history.It may also be hard for readers not to see some chutzpa in Knight’s ability to withstand incredibly difficult ordeals: ‘Once you get below negative twenty, you purposely don’t think. It’s like there’s no atheists in a foxhole. Same with negative twenty. That’s when you do have religion. You do pray. You pray for warmth.’ It may be true that science has no definitive answer for precisely what temperature hypothermia begins to set in, but it must be very close at negative twenty. (As a side note, Outside Podcast has an amazing episode on the science of what it’s like to freeze to death, and it’s fascinating.) In some respects, Knight’s actions are near super-human, perhaps even heroic.On the other hand, Finkel does not gloss over the more unsavory aspects of this story: the fact the Knight was a terror to the local population of North Pond. Debbie Baker, one of the person’s interviewed for Finkel’s story and quoted at the top of this piece, perfectly highlights the fact that this is not some romantic narrative about one seeking refuge from the monstrousness of civilization. Rather, Knight was the horror. To Baker’s children Knight was the monster in the closet and under the bed, the boogeyman, the thing that goes bump in the night and every other unsavory beast that children dream up in the deep dark of their minds—except he was real. Knight had become the reason children need night lights. Knight himself acknowledged as much after his arrest in 2013. In speaking to Finkel from prison he said,There’s no justification for my stealing … And I don’t want people trying to justify my bad behavior in an attempt to sully what they admire in me. Take the whole package, good and bad. Judge me on that. Don’t cherry pick. Don’t make excuses for me.This distinguishes Knight from those who seek either refuge or enlightenment in solitude, or both. Make a plan, take only what you need, leave only footsteps. Thoreau (for whom Knight had no end of loathing) came into town regularly, if only to socialize, and while it’s true that it’s been over 150 years since he set up shop at Walden Pond, all that’s left is the foundation of his “cottage”: McCandless had a plan and many people to help him along the way, and all did so willingly: Bill Bryson uses his A Walk in the Woods as an opportunity to learn and teach about the ecology of the East coast and the Appalachian Trail: Wendell Berry talks about the restorative power of crossing “into the woods”. Yet, each of these figures operates with the understanding, at least tacitly, that without civilization such forays into the wild would not be possible. Moreover, each did so without directly causing harm to other humans, or presumably, the environment.Knight was different. Not only was he a terror to the local population, but he also left a veritable dump behind: a good deal of empty propane containers buried in the ground: twenty-seven years worth of shit—which, contrary to what you might think, doesn’t decompose when simply buried: hundreds of magazines: countless food wrappers. Additionally, Knight wanted to reap the reward without sewing the seed. Live off the fat of the land without in any way contributing to it. All this even though a number of North Pond residents offered, by way of notes on doorsteps, to leave him whatever he needed or desired so long as he didn’t break in again. In fact, a hermit named Meng-Hu, who runs Hermitary.com, a website for the hermit community—yes, that’s a thing—noted exactly this on his website:‘The idea of a hermit who steals for a living confirms the worst stereotype of the “eremite as parasite” … ‘No historical hermit, especially those motivated by a spiritual sense, but also wilderness hermits, has ever had the slightest motive to encroach upon anybody’s belongings—be that mind, body, time, space, or goods’.Readers may be conflicted regarding this hard-line stance; because while we do not condone or excuse such behavior, we may also see something of the stoic in Knight’s existence. Personally, I view Knight not so much as being lazy or as a parasite, but as willing to go to any lengths to make his time his own. To have no master but himself. In his own words, “You’re just there. You are”.All in all, Finkel’s narrative stands as a great piece of investigative journalism combined with masterful storytelling. From the background on Knight’s family, to the pace at which the text moves, to the inner-workings of the mind of a man who risked everything, even his own life in those Maine winters, not to have anything to do with society, readers will find it difficult to put this book down, and chances are they’ll be huddled over this one by lamp-light into the wee hours.For more visit: journeyofathousandmiles.blog

Reviewer: Fritz R. Ward
Rating: 4.0 out of 5 stars
Title: A (Very) Guilty Pleasure.
Review: I wanted to read this book. I had to read it. A man, living alone in Maine, surviving by a combination of theft, his wits, and a strong understanding of the natural world around him...who wouldn't want to read this book. And Michael Finkel tells a very good story. From a technical standpoint, he is at the top of his craft as a writer. We learn how Christopher Knight came to reject civilization, what the effects of isolation from human contact are, and the corresponding spiritual insights they can bring.And yet, the more I read of this book, the less I liked the author who seemed to be prying the story of Christopher Knight out of his subject, apparently against the wishes of his family, and certainly by the end of the book against the wishes of Knight himself who repeatedly asked him to leave him alone. But I find I can't blame the author, Finkel, for writing this book. Writing is what he does, and he went to extraordinary lengths to do so accurately and fairly. But ironically, for all his concern about Knight's well being, especially as he tried to reintegrate into society, his book denied Knight of the anonymity he craved most. But then again, I realized, Knight would still be anonymous but for the readers of this book, like myself. And despite the fact that, from the moment the book came out I felt I had to read it, I'm now left with the impression that it is really readers like myself who destroyed Knight's goals for his life. I'd like to say that Finkel enabled this possibility on my part, but the truth is more the reverse. Readers like myself enable authors like Finkel.I read this book prepared to find that wilderness can transform how we perceive life. It is a truism I already know, having experienced a bit of it myself. But I'd never heard of anyone who went to the lengths Christopher Knight did to immerse oneself in the (truly mystical) experiences isolation in the wilderness can bring. So I ordered the book as soon as it was available. And I found what I was expecting; interesting insights into the human condition. But I found I experienced these in a very well written book that I possessed at the expense of a person's privacy and dignity. And I feel a bit sullied by the whole experience. A guilty pleasure in the most literal sense of the term.

Reviewer: Kindling
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
Title: So unusual, so good
Review: One of my favorite books of 2024. So superbly mind-bending, well written, and so so good. O e of only three authors I ever intend to actually follow.

Reviewer: single speed pedaller
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
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Review: I found this true tale about Christopher Knight, the 'stranger in the woods', compelling and it kept me thinking and talking about it for days. In fact I re-read the book soon after to clarify my thoughts.I was interested that the reviewers of the book seemed, in line with the residents of Maine, to fall into two camps. They were either empathic to Christopher Knight or branded him a common thief. They were also somewhat split on whether they believed his assertion that he had lived alone in the woods in such a way for 27 years. Personally, I fell into the 'empathic and believed him' camp.Two aspects made me believe him. His absolute difficulty in not saying 'truthfully' what he thought in any situation, as well as the testimony of the warden and police officer, who first interviewed him. They were ready to not believe his tale was possible but their experience of interviewing 'offenders' led them to a certainty that he was not lying. Yes he did steal, and felt sorry for that but his over riding drive was to 'not be found', rather than to 'live off of others'.I also found the difficulty of many professionals in the field of psychology in diagnosing him, as he showed traits of a number of diagnoses, such as autism but fitted none exactly, leading one to label him as simply a 'hermit'. As someone who has worked in a diagnostic field, I felt exactly the same, finding Mr. Knight was just a reflection and (for want of a better word) 'victim', of a world that finds little room for those who do not fit the common mould.I thought that Michael Finkel the author, wrote very well and honestly and like him I felt poignantly saddened how difficult it is for someone to choose to live 'differently' to those around them. A truly engrossing read.

Reviewer: Aristos C.
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
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Review: Narrativa cativante sobre um rapaz de 20 anos que saiu para viver escondido em uma floresta e só foi descoberto 27 anos depois. O autor fez um brilhante trabalho jornalístico sobre essa história real, demonstrando muita empatia pelo personagem. O livro é muito bem escrito. Não se limita à narração de tudo que aconteceu nesse período de reclusão e após a descoberta do eremita, mas faz também um levantamento sobre o fenômeno da vida isolada da sociedade em várias culturas e épocas históricas, a partir da opinião de diversos autores.

Reviewer: Dan Wood
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
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Review: The author has a fantastic way of bringing magic to an event that others might see as "just a thief in the woods". With what little information he was able to get from a very private hermit. Quite possibly one of the most private people alive, he wove together a very captivating and fairly well rounded retelling of what happened in Chris Knight's unconventional life. I was very impressed by how much information he was able to get from 'the hermit and I really enjoyed the little bit of magic the authors perspective gives to the story. It's not a happy story but it is fascinating.

Reviewer: Gabriele
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
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Review: This book is very nice and the story is peculiar. It's an easy read and you will indeed find difficoult to stop and not keep reading.

Reviewer: Suman
Rating: 5.0 out of 5 stars
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Review: Every part of this book makes one reflect and introspect one's own life, it's purpose and direction. Everyone toys this idea at least once in his lifetime, and it's an utter delight to come across someone who actually saw it through. I loved this book not only because I could identify myself with the protagonist, but also because the way it's narrated. The respect and grace that knight carried is well reflected, and is not at all lost in the narration, neither is clouded by the writer's own perceptions. If I were to choose one, you would be my Boswell too Finkel! Lovely.