![]() ![]() Solnit describes her style perfectly when she compares storytelling to the way that children play hopscotch, “tossing your token into another square, covering the same ground in a slightly different pursuit each time. She brings space (San Francisco, the great American West) and time in for a moment, then releases them again, creating a non-linearity and a diffuse narrative that is never confusing. ![]() The facts of her life are there, but they are almost coincidental to other narratives and other lives. Solnit is formed by her surroundings, the people she meets, and the ideas that she encounters and later generates. The self at the centre of Recollections of My Non-Existence has, perhaps taking its cue from the title, only a light presence. ![]() However, Solnit’s energy is still fresh, urgent, and vital, reminding the reader that although the battle seems to be on the way to being won by powers of good, we are still far from victory, starkly demonstrated by facts such as a rise in femicide in the UK, with 2019 the worst year on record. ![]()
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