Freedom
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Throughout history, humans have been driven by the quest for two cherished ideals: community and freedom. The two don’t coexist easily. We value individuality and self-reliance, yet are utterly dependent on community for our most basic needs. In this intricately crafted and thought-provoking book, Sebastian Junger examines the tension that lies at the heart of what it means to be human.
For much of a year, Junger and three friends—a conflict photographer and two Afghan War vets—walked the railroad lines of the East Coast. It was an experiment in personal autonomy, but also in interdependence. Dodging railroad cops, sleeping under bridges, cooking over fires, and drinking from creeks and rivers, the four men forged a unique reliance on one another.
In Freedom, Junger weaves his account of this journey together with primatology and boxing strategy, the history of labor strikes and Apache raiders, the role of women in resistance movements, and the brutal reality of life on the Pennsylvania frontier. Written in exquisite, razor-sharp prose, the result is a powerful examination of the primary desire that defines us.
Sebastian Junger
Sebastian Junger is the bestselling author of The Perfect Storm and A Death in Belmont. He is a contributing editor to Vanity Fair, and has been awarded a National Magazine Award and an SAIS Novartis Prize for journalism. He lives in New York.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Absolutely loved this book. The flow of stories is woven together so well throughout the entire book. From the Apache raiders to the Irish and their uprising against the British, they just seamlessly come together to absorb the readers imagination. Thank you.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The author treks west across Pennsylvania with a group of other former combat veterans, following railroad tracks, secretly camping wherever looks safe, and eating big diner breakfasts and dinners. Why? Not clear. We find out way near the end that Junger is going through a divorce, which may be relevant.I did not realize that it is illegal to walk along railroad tracks, thus "trespassing on railroad property." I certainly didn't realize that it's as illegal as it is in this book. The group of hikers is constantly dodging into the woods, wondering if distant sirens are for them, wondering if someone who said hi is going to turn them in.But precious little of the book is about hiking, camping, roughing it right in the middle of civilization, or our narrator's journey. It's digression, digression, digression. Ireland, Native Americans, Eurasian nomads. The overarching theme is not freedom, but fighting. All the digressions were about warriors, basically. Not interesting to me. Not the book I thought I was going to read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Freedom by Sebastian Junger uses vagabond type walking/travelling coupled with historical and philosophical commentary to illustrate the various ways freedom is and isn't experienced. I found some parts better than others but on completion I think the book hit its mark.While Junger's writing is good, it just didn't click with me in this book. I say that less as a statement about the quality of it and more about the dynamics of my reading of his writing. I was not moved emotionally nor compelled to think deeply as often as I would have expected from a book like this. Take this commentary of mine with a grain of salt, no doubt this will resonate with some readers, and frankly I can understand why, it just didn't quite do it for me often enough.That said, I came away with some ideas to consider and I will likely revisit the book at some point and I fully expect it to be better the second time. For these reasons I have no problem recommending the book to readers either already familiar with his style or who like books that use something other than a standard explanatory style to discuss ideas.Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via Goodreads.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This short book is a series of essays that came about as the author hiked with various individuals from Washington, DC to the beginnings of the Ohio River. They hiked in a series of shorter trips along railroad lines and much of the trek was through rural Pennsylvania, an area quite familiar to me. The book is divided into three sections: Run, Fight, Think.Much of the first section of the book takes place along the Juniata River, the name of which comes from the term Standing Stone from one of the Native languages of the area. This part also reflects upon the Native Americans and their cultures, who were here before the European settlers arrived. The Juniata once was the boundary of the wilderness area. It was the beginning of where European settlers would head to avoid colonial authority. In doing so, they were slowly imposing their own oppression upon each other as they sought to defend themselves in this wilderness from the people who were already here. There are pithy thoughts about the nature of freedom, such as "...but lots of things that look like freedom when you are with other people are just a form of exile when you're alone....But the inside joke about freedom....is that you're always trading obedience to one thing for obedience to another" And another profound statement relative to current events: "The idea that we can enjoy the benefits of society while owing nothing in return is literally infantile. Only children owe nothing."The second section, "Fight" is summed up by his quote about the origins of the word freedom: "comes from vridom, which means 'beloved' in medieval German, and is thought to reflect the idea that only people in one's immediate group were considered worthy of having rights or protection." So this brings us to an understanding of the way that claims on freedom often assume an us vs. them mentality. Or tribalism where one group is pitted against another, hence "Fight".The final secion, "Think" relates to the tension between freedom and oppression. "The central problem for human freedom is that groups that are well organized enough to defend themselves against others are well organized enough to oppress their own. Power is so readily abused that one could almost say that its concentration is antitheticl to freedom. Democracy --both in its modern form and in its original for --is an attempt to balance the two."Without naming names or pointing fingers, the author presents some interesting thoughts that are reflective of the political climate in the US and the world today. I found it to be very thought provoking. Oh...and I liked that they actually stopped at a bar in the small town where I grew up.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sebastian Junger, known mainly for his 1997 best seller “The Perfect Storm,” writes a memoir of four men, all having been in war, and a dog named Daisy, walking a 400 mile trek along the railway lines in south-central Pennsylvania. Ostensibly a chronicle of the often grueling hike in sometimes challenging terrain and always trying to avoid the authorities, the book is as much a philosophical treatise as it is a travel book. Junger philosophizes about western man and his idea of freedom and control of other humans. There is much to ponder here, probably a good candidate for a political science college class.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A look at the freedom of different groups throughout history and how it's interpreted by being alone vs in a small community vs in a larger city. The book is broken down into three sections of Run, Fight, Think and the way those decisions have impacted humanity and allowed us to discover our own ideals for freedom set against a back drop of traveling along a railroad trail along the Juniata.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/53.5 An meandering exposition on what freedom means to different people and cultures. Over a year, off and on, Junger with 8 different people, follows the railroad line from DC to Western Pa. The people he meets, the hardships he encounters, nature, and musing on the freedom sought by the first settlers, the native Americans be others.Essays really, there is no set format to this book, as he wanders talking about what he sees, encounters, his mind also wanders to history and other things. I enjoy his writing and as you read this, my advice is just to go with the flow of his words. Don't try to figure out where they are from, nor where they're going. Interesting if less cohesive.ARC from Edelweiss.
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Freedom - Sebastian Junger
BOOK ONE • RUN
The change was immediate. The country opened up west of Harrisburg and suddenly we could drink from streams and build fires without getting caught and sleep pretty much anywhere we wanted. We’d walked the railroad tracks from Washington to Baltimore to Philly and then turned west at the Main Line and made Amish country by winter. The Pennsylvania fields lay bare and hard in the cold but there were seams and folds in that country—strips of woods along stream bottoms, windbreaks between the cornfields, ridges left wild for hunting—where a man could easily pass the night unnoticed. Once, we cooked dinner on a steep hill above the town of Christiana and went to sleep in a snowstorm listening to the clatter of carriage horses on the street below. At dawn we walked into town for pancakes and coffee and then headed on up the railroad tracks before anyone whose job it was to stop us even knew we’d been there.
But outside Harrisburg, where the Juniata River runs into the Susquehanna at her great breaching of Blue Mountain, we seemed to have been simply released into the wild. Early settlers tended to push up the major rivers until they ran into the first set of waterfalls—the fall line
—and those spots became jumping-off points for people who were even more desperate or adventurous. At Blue Mountain the Susquehanna drops down a series of ledges and deepens in the alluvial soil of the coastal plain, and that was where a Welsh émigré named John Harris established a business poling rafts across the river in the 1730s. What was then called Indian country
effectively started on the other side, and when Harris’s passengers stepped ashore they found themselves in a forest of enormous hardwoods that extended almost unbroken for the next thousand miles, to the Great Plains.
They were trappers and traders and fugitives from justice and young men scouting land for their families and eventually the families themselves. Many came on heavy oak-frame wagons that were caulked like boats and carried everything—food, tools, crockery, fabric, maybe an heirloom quilt—that the forest couldn’t provide. The wagons were low-slung for stability and tented with canvas and had iron-strapped wheels six inches wide that had no shock absorbers whatsoever. The men walked with long-barreled flintlock rifles over their shoulders and the women rode if they were pregnant and walked otherwise and the children were up and down off the wagons all day long. These people made their way up the western bank of the Susquehanna, through the Blue Mountain gap, and then turned onto the Juniata, which ran fast and clear all the way from the great escarpments of the Alleghenies. She was the only river valley that led west in the entire state and became a threshold of sorts—to a better life, or an early death—for thousands of settlers who headed into the wilderness without any intention of returning.
Three hundred years later we walked through a cluster of camper-trailers between the river and some standard-gauge railroad and then climbed onto the tracks themselves. We could hear trucks downshifting on the last hill before Harrisburg on Route 22, across the river. It was late April, and the Juniata was running fast and full in the spring flood, an occasional tree rolling in her current that had been undercut along the banks and toppled. She flowed between ridges that looked too steep to climb and ran compass-straight for miles. There were creeks for fresh water and floodwrack for firewood and woods so thick you could practically sleep within sight of a church steeple or police station and no one would know.
It struck us as serious country, the kind where you kept an eye on the weather and slept next to whatever weapon you had. All we had was a machete but after dark we all knew where it was—usually thunked into a tree somewhere central. Gunfire occasionally bounced off the shelf rock and detritus of the upper ridges and one morning an A-10 thundered through so low that we could almost make out the pilot in the cockpit. Not two days’ walk from Harrisburg we passed a sign nailed to a tree that warned the federal government that the property would be defended by any means necessary.
There were meth addicts in some of the towns and black bears up on the ridges and the remains of old locks and canals along the river that almost looked ready to be returned to good use if history ever required it.
We walked single file on the cinder maintenance road that ran between the trackbed and the river. Creeks chased down off the ridges like they were fleeing something. Swarms of gnats worked the sunlight and bass boats spun past on the current below us. Where the tracks ran straight we saw trains from a mile or more, headlights boring toward us like fierce little suns, but even on the curves we often had a sense that a great force was headed our way. The trains were so heavy and fast that they seemed to set the whole world in motion, vibrating the air and raising a strange pitch from the rail that fell at the edge of human hearing. We got so attuned out there that we’d know a train was coming without even knowing how we knew—but we knew. We’d step into the underbrush and sit on our packs and some of us would roll a cigarette or drink water and we’d wait for the beast to come through. Freights moved at familiar speeds and took a full minute to go by, but the passenger trains could hit 140 and walloped past so suddenly, they just left us in a vortex of dead leaves and trash.
We took ten-minute breaks every hour and walked all afternoon. Occasionally in the distance we’d see a pickup truck nose out onto the tracks at an ungated farm road and then bounce across. Once we saw a car stopped in the middle of a bridge a mile or so ahead, and we put our binoculars on it to make sure it wasn’t a cop. (It is illegal to trespass on railroad property, and on high-speed lines it is even considered a national security issue.) At the end of the day we came to an old quarrystone kiln at a place called Bailey Run, where a creek sawed through a ridge and ran under the tracks into the Juniata. The water was ice cold and filtered through the chert and limestone of the country and tasted as though civilization was still something in the future. We walked up the creek and made camp in a little stand of sycamore and hemlock that was nestled into the curve of a ridge. The only way to see our cookfire was to come down on us quietly through the woods at night, but we had a dog and that wasn’t going to happen, either.
Juniata means standing stone
in what used to be the Native languages of the area. Standing stones were granite or sandstone pillars that were driven into the ground to mark the center of a tribe’s territory. The earliest mention of the name appears on maps drawn by Dutch traders who visited Chesapeake Bay in the 1600s and wrote Onojutta Haga
on the spot where the Juniata empties into the Susquehanna. Haga means people
in Mohawk, and Onojutta means protruding stone.
Other recorded versions of the word include Chenegaide, Yuchniada, and Choniate; Europeans were at pains to write Native words because the languages sounded so alien.
The Onojutta-Haga are thought to be an offshoot of the Seneca, but they were wiped out early on, so no one knows for sure. There was another standing stone in northern New York and several natural ones in Ohio; they are rare things. One of the Onojutta-Haga villages was just a few miles from the confluence of the Frankstown Branch and the Little Juniata, which come together to form the Big Juniata at what is now the town of Huntingdon. It was a strategic spot: one well-used Indian trail led east-west along the Juniata from Chesapeake to Ohio, and another went north-south from New York to the Carolinas. The latter, known as the Warriors Path, was used by most of the local tribes when they raided traditional enemies hundreds of miles to the south.
At some point before Europeans arrived—probably long before—the Onojutta-Haga erected a fourteen-foot standing stone on that important crossroads. It was carved with signs and symbols of the tribe and possibly reflected a belief that their ancestors had emerged from the ground at that very spot. By the time the first Europeans got there, however, the Onojutta-Haga were gone, wiped out by the Iroquois conquests of the 1600s. Using guns supplied by Dutch fur traders, the five-nation Iroquois Confederacy effectively tried to take over everything east of the Mississippi and north of the Carolinas. They fought and eventually destroyed the Cat Nation of Ohio—also known as the Erie—leaving behind nothing but great droves of wolves.
They walked five hundred miles to destroy the Cherokee and Choctaw of Carolina. They sent a thousand men into Ontario to overrun the Huron. They forced the Shawnee and the Delaware and the Mingo into a kind of vassal servitude. And they easily dispatched the smaller tribes of eastern Pennsylvania: the Great Flats People, as the Iroquois called them, around the Wyoming Valley; the Cave Devils of the West Branch; and the Onojutta-Haga. All that remained was the name of the river, and their stone.
Settlers working their way up the Juniata in the early 1700s faced a wall of wilderness inhabited by some of the most warlike people on the planet. The Natives were better fed than the Europeans and tended to be taller and more muscular. Some dressed in the skins of bears and wolves and even wore the head over their own, as if they were that animal. Captain John Smith met a Susquehannock with a wolf’s skull hung around his neck like a huge piece of jewelry. During combat they carried musket balls in their mouths for easy reloading and moved through the forest so quickly and quietly that colonial forces often thought they were fighting five or ten times as many warriors as they actually were.
By the early 1700s, the Iroquois had incorporated a sixth nation, the Tuscarora, into their confederacy and were at the height of their power. They declared the limit of colonial society to be the Endless Mountains
—the easternmost ranges of the Alleghenies—that cut across northeastern Pennsylvania and continued to Tennessee. In many places the front range consisted of a single