Although short in length, this book has a profound depth to it which Thoreau could have used to edit "Walden". Fowles encapsulates his appreciation of nature thus, "..an experience whose deepest value lies in the fact that it cannot be directly described by any art...including that of words." For a writer of Fowles' talent, this is a indeed a humble statement.

Humankind's need to tame the wildness of nature is illustrated in the manner that the author's father takes such pride and joy in his meticulously manicured prize-winning apple and pear trees. Fowles rejects this and gravitates toward the chaos of the wood, delighting in the discovery of the mysterious atmosphere with a religious element.

This 30th anniversary edition of The Tree is a treasure!

Ha sido curioso como al estar escrito por un hombre, los arquetipos utilizados son diferentes a los escritos por una mujer. Creo que me ha costado más conectar con él, pues es más serio y menos terrenal a pesar de que no para de hablar de la importancia de vivirlo. Pero… la sensibilidad de la naturaleza con las mujeres es algo con lo que me siento muy identificada, y me ha faltado eso, sensibilidad tal vez

Oops this is my bible now

A beautiful essay on the human relationship with nature, declaring that historically humans have always seen nature as an ‘other’, to be named, used, described. Yet, we miss the experience and namelessness when in the woods, amongst indefensible, stoic, living other.

I’ll be rereading it many times.