Before you were born, I went on a journey that would take me around the world completely, a spherical, three-dimensional journey. A journey of dirt and blood. A journey of taste and bodily sensation. A journey of texture. I am writing you because I want you to live in this world, to feel it in its fullness, its depth. I want you to fall in love with the world, flawed and sorrowful as it is. Your lives and the world as a whole―these are indistinguishable to me―depend on this.
Early Praise for A Letter to My Daughters
“This is travel writing at its most luminous. Theodore Richards combines the storytelling gifts of a bard with the limpid seeing of a contemplative. His social commentary is penetrating without being violent and his advice to his three beloved children is exquisitely unsentimental.”
–Mirabai Starr, author of Caravan of No Despair
“In contemplative, personality-rich prose reminiscent of Henry David Thoreau and Wendell Berry, Richards offers us hope that it is not too late to go back—that it is not too late to re-develop a sense of place, to reclaim our animal senses, to reignite our love of darkness and mystery, and to restore the beauty of the world.”
–Francesca Varela, author of Listen
“Theodore Richards has given us the tools to make a flat world three-dimensional again. A Letter to my Daughters is a book that will make you want to get on the road and feel the texture of the planet.”
–Eric D. Lehman, author of Shadows of Paris