描述
By: Sue Halpern
Profoundly original essays from the author of Summer Hours at the Robbers Library about the nature of solitude and privacy in a culture where our laws, technology, and lifestyles are increasingly chipping away at them both.
Why do we often long for solitude but dread loneliness? What happens when the walls we build around ourselves are suddenly removed—or made impenetrable? If privacy is something we can count as a basic right, why are chipping it away?
These are some of the themes that Sue Halpern eloquently explores in these essays. In pursuit of the riddle of solitude, Halpern talks to Trappist monks and secular hermits, corresponds with a prisoner in solitary confinement, and visits and AIDS hospice and a shelter for the homeless places where privacy is the first—and perhaps the most essential—thing to go. This is a book that lends weight to the ideas that have become dangerously abstract in a society of data bases and car faxes, a guide not only to the routes of solitude but to the selves we discover only when we arrive there.
Profoundly original essays from the author of Summer Hours at the Robbers Library about the nature of solitude and privacy in a culture where our laws, technology, and lifestyles are increasingly chipping away at them both.
Why do we often long for solitude but dread loneliness? What happens when the walls we build around ourselves are suddenly removed—or made impenetrable? If privacy is something we can count as a basic right, why are chipping it away?
These are some of the themes that Sue Halpern eloquently explores in these essays. In pursuit of the riddle of solitude, Halpern talks to Trappist monks and secular hermits, corresponds with a prisoner in solitary confinement, and visits and AIDS hospice and a shelter for the homeless places where privacy is the first—and perhaps the most essential—thing to go. This is a book that lends weight to the ideas that have become dangerously abstract in a society of data bases and car faxes, a guide not only to the routes of solitude but to the selves we discover only when we arrive there.