''We'll talk about it when I get back from Alaska, Ron,'' McCandless replied. Krakauer calls Ronald A.įranz loved McCandless so much he begged to adopt him as a grandson. The people who meet him love him, while the reader longs to kick him in the pants. To emerge, so vivid at times that it dazzles, at others so mystifying that one wants to scream. As their memories reconstruct Alexander Supertramp, an image of the young anchorite begins Krakauer, a contributing editor at Outside magazine, tracks down virtually everyone who knew McCandless in his two years of wandering. The Mojave Desert, canoeing a storm-racked Gulf of California, setting fire to the last of his money, he vowed, as he wrote to an acquaintance, ''to live this life for some time to come. Hardly eating, never letting his anguished family know where he was, nearly dying of thirst in ''In his own mind, if nowhere else, the terra would thereby remain incognita,'' Mr. If the world no longer offered the sort of wilderness that freely killed those who braved its dangers, then McCandless would create a wilderness within, discarding the rudimentary protections of modern life - matches, maps, even What is fantasy in a Tom Waits song was McCandless's notion of the good life. When he graduated from Emory University (with a grade point average not far short of a perfect 4), he gave his inheritance of more than $24,000 to charityĪnd, without a word to anyone, hit the road. McCandless detested the world of accomplishment and prosperity. Wherever he went, McCandless sought out the detritus of the society of privilege whose child he was - the son of accomplished, prosperous parents (his father was an outstanding scientist with the National Aeronautics and SpaceĪdministration). The more we learn about him, the more mysterious McCandless becomes, and the more intriguing. Of the hunters' discovery back through McCandless's childhood, the gregarious effusions and icy withdrawals that characterized his coming of age, and, in meticulous detail, the two years of restless roaming that led him toĪlaska. Krakauer's elegantly constructed narrative takes us from the ghoulish moment Krakauer picks through the adventures and sorrows of Chris McCandless's brief life, the story becomes painfully moving. Journals, and in between silences would jabber out his ''philosophy'' for hours, but the Supertramp's ideas are never lucid enough to give us a clue.Īnd yet, as Mr. What was with this guy? Why should we care if he had no better sense than this? (The reactions of most Alaskans who read about his death ranged from annoyance to indignation.) And what ''false being''? He kept August?''ĭying at the age of 24, he had resumed his real name. I am out collecting berries close by and shall return In the name of God, please remain to save me. I am injured, near death and too weak to hike out of here. The hunters who found his rotting corpse in September also found this note: He tried to smokeīy late summer, McCandless's incompetence and overconfidence had caught up with him. Somehow McCandless grubbed a living from the snows - gathering last year's rose hips and wizened berries, shooting squirrels, ptarmigans, porcupines and finally, in June, with his puny little. He then entered on what he called, in a manifesto scrawled on a piece of plywood, ''the climactic battle to kill the false being within.'' Krakauer writes, and took up residence in a rusting Fairbanks city bus that had been fitted out asĪ crude shelter. It was April, still winter in Alaska.Ĭoming upon the impassable Toklat River, he gave up the idea of walking the 300 miles from Mount McKinley to the Bering Sea, Mr. 22-caliber rifle and walked into theįorest, to live off the land or die trying. Alex shouldered his backpack - containing little more than books and rice - and his. Named him Christopher McCandless, but in his travels he preferred the invented identity Alexander Supertramp. The starting point of a narrative that seeks to find out why we should care.Īn electrician who had picked him up four miles out of Fairbanks pressed a pair of rubber boots and two sandwiches on the dangerously underequipped but charming hitchhiker, who would vouchsafe no name but Alex. The strangely fascinating hero of Jon Krakauer's strangely fascinating book ''Into the Wild'' is a young man who starved to death in the Alaskan wilderness in the summer of 1992.
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