Consolations of the Forest

In “Consolations of the Forest”, Sylvain Tesson explains how he found a radical solution to his need for freedom, one as ancient as the experiences of the hermits of old Russia: he decided to lock himself alone in a cabin in the middle taiga, on the shores of Baikal, for six months. From February to July 2010, he lived in silence, solitude, and cold. His cabin, built by Soviet geologists in the Brezhnev years, is a cube of logs three meters by three meters, heated by a cast iron skillet, six-day walk from the nearest village and hundreds of miles of track.
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To live isolated from the world while retaining one’s sanity requires a routine, Tesson discovered. In the morning, he would read, write, smoke, or draw, and then devoted hours to cutting the wood, shoveling snow, and fishing. Emotionally, these months proved a challenge, and the loneliness was crippling. Tesson found in paper a valuable confidant, the notebook, a polite companion. Noting carefully, almost daily, his impressions of the silence, his struggles to survive in a hostile nature, his despair, his doubts, but also its moments of ecstasy, inner peace and harmony with nature, Sylvain Tesson shares with us an extraordinary experience.
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Writer, journalist and traveler, Sylvain Tesson was born in 1972. After a world tour by bicycle, he developed a passion for Central Asia, and has travelled tirelessly since 1997. He came to prominence in 2004 with a remarkable travelogue, “Axis of Wolf” (Robert Laffont). Editions Gallimard have already published his “A Life of a Mouthful” (2009) and, with Thomas Goisque and Bertrand de Miollis, “High Voltage” (2009). In 2009 he won the Prix Goncourt for “A Life of a Mouthful”, and in 2011 won the Prix Médicis for non-fiction for “Consolations of the Forest: Alone in Siberia”.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Consolations-Forest-Alone-Cabin-Middle/dp/0141975474

“When he’s not admiring the view or struggling through blizzards, Tesson wrestles with life’s big questions, making grand pronouncements, such as “the hermit absorbs the universe” and “all dialogue is battle”. For the most part, he comes across as a classic Übermensch – smoking cigars on mountain peaks and sleeping rough with one hand on a flare gun to fend off bears – but we occasionally get to see a wounded man underneath the heroics.
“The courageous course would be to face things,” he reflects on one rainy evening: “What am I? Contemptible, frightened by the world.” The following month, his girlfriend breaks up with him via a text message to his satellite phone. “Everything has collapsed,” he writes, and cries into the fur of his dogs. “Time doesn’t hand out second chances, and me, I hared off to the forest, leaving her behind.”
While it would be easy to mock some of Tesson’s haughtiest moments as typical Parisian high-mindedness, the fact he’s so unabashed about his soul-searching is what sets the book apart from the typical 21st-century memoir. He seems to belong to an earlier era of swashbuckling adventurers and public intellectuals who were out to change the world. There’s humour and humanity here, but also a serious attempt to answer the question, “How should a person live?””
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/jun/01/consolations-forest-sylvain-tesson-review1
“For an intentional hermit, wilderness trekker Sylvain Tesson has a surprising amount of company during his six-month retreat in Siberia. Though he deliberately exiles himself to a remote one-room cabin for solitary contemplation, he ends up developing new relationships with his environment, its animals, and its human population as well. In The Consolations of the Forest: Alone in a Cabin on the Siberian Taiga, Tesson shares the detailed journal of his days in what should be the bleakest corner of the planet, but which turns out to be a rich and varied experience.
Winner of the Prix Medicis for nonfiction in his native France, this English translation of Tesson’s Dans les Forets de Siberie gives the prolific travel writer an expanded audience. Readers from across the globe are invited to join the intrepid traveler as he ventures into the subarctic realms with only his books, his vodka, and a sustaining supply of pasta and Tabasco sauce. On the shores of Lake Baikal, he sets out to conquer an ambitious reading list that includes Nietzsche, Sade, Camus, and Shakespeare. After all, he has six months to fill.
A hut in the Siberian taiga
The time fills more quickly than either Tesson or his readers expect. First, there are the basics of survival. (As the Zen proverb says, “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.”) Then, there are the visitors. The daily conversation with a titmouse at the windowsill and the constant lookout for bears occupy many hours. So, too, do the surprisingly frequent visits from Tesson’s Russian counterparts, who live in the forest to safeguard the wildlife against the threat of poachers. Tesson never knows when a “neighbor” from seventy-five miles away will crash through his door. Sausages and seal meat are slung on the table, vodka is passed around, and raucous conversation flies across the room at top speed and volume. And then, just as suddenly as they appear, the visitors take off. It’s contrasts like these, between solitude and companionship, that make Tesson’s story fascinating.
Tesson’s writing is most evocative when he concentrates on the tangible details of his days—his trek “over sheets of lunar ice that resemble huge jellyfish veined with turquoise,” for example. These passages create vivid images in the reader’s mind, although Tesson occasionally gets carried away by the metaphorical possibilities, as when he imagines “the melancholy of forests, the joy of mountain torrents, the hesitation of bogs, the strict severity of peaks, the aristocratic frivolity of lapping waves.”
With The Consolations of the Forest, Tesson adds a modern voice to the rich literary history of contemplative nature writers like Thoreau and Emerson. Tesson reaches few conclusions, but rather asks readers to accompany him as he explores the question of people’s relationship to nature and each other.”
https://www.forewordreviews.com/reviews/the-consolations-of-the-forest/
Sylvain Tesson by the lake
“What are you, anyway, when you become a hermit? In one way, you’re disengaging from life. But in another, you’re pressing your face deeper into the stuff of life — you become feral, brutal, direct. You come to see that civilisation requires a form of acting. You pull fish out of the lake and kill them. You become bear-aware. You look for tracks in the snow. Tesson thinks, very articulately, about what it means to disengage from society. He thinks about hippies (they wanted freedom, rather than nature) and the Arab Spring (they want consumer durables). Reading Lady Chatterley’s Lover, as a hermit, you see it not as an erotic work but a book about the destruction of the environment.
So: you go to the middle of nowhere, and find out that, because you’re there, it’s the centre of the world. You get close to nature, and you discover that it’s much easier to romanticise from a distance. Deciding not to bring flowers to a woman, he explains: ‘Flowers are obscene sex organs.’ Living in a log cabin, he decides, is reactionary. People don’t plan revolutions from log cabins. They’re much more preoccupied with getting through the day. Tesson thinks about history. When you get down to it, he says, ‘men replace trees. One day, history turns around, and the trees grow back.’”
http://www.spectator.co.uk/books/8931091/consolations-of-the-forest-by-sylvain-tesson-review/
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