I don’t really know what to say about this book. It touched on most of the same issues that Desert Solitaire delved into, but with a very feminine approach. Williams is definately a strange character, but in a much different manner than Abbey was. Abbey was raw and in your face about his passions and beliefs, but Williams tries to be more polite at times and tells wierd stories to make her point. I definately did not like this book as well as I liked Abbey’s telling of the wilderness in the Southwest. Perhaps it would have been nice to read this book before Desert Solitaire because, in my opinion, the books have the same issues, but Abbey tells a much more interesting story.
The feminine undertones in Red are very obvious, and maybe I am just being difficult, but I didn’t really appreciate the femininism. One chapter (Water or something like that) was devoted to Williams love-making experience with nature and, to me, it was just unusual. Everyone has their “thing” and everyone has a different type of storytelling that they appreciate, but this chapter especially was just odd and I could never imagine myself doing the things that Williams did.
And that brings me to one more issue. I am not fully convinced that Williams did all the things that she wrote about. Maybe she did, but I continually found myself asking, “No! She didn’t really do that, did she?” For some reason I am just very skeptical of this book. Every person has a different type of reading they enjoy and perhaps I have not given Red enough credit, but it was really just not my cup of tea.