It might have been the year 1994 - or was it 1993 - when I heard of Freya Stark for the first time. It is hard to think of a writer in the travel game who most closely demonstrates the merits of Flaubert’s three rules for good writing: clarity, clarity, and finally clarity. Her life was something of a work of art … The books in which she recorded her journeys are seductively original …Nomad and social lioness, ublic servant and private essayist, emotional victim and myth-maker. It was rare to leave her company without feeling that the world was somehow larger and more promising. This surely is the meaning of home-a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it.” - Freya Stark In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. Surely, of all the wonders of the world, the horizon is the greatest.
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