![]() On the very first page of the narrative she writes of an old tomcat that would come into her bedroom at night, knead her chest with his front paws, and then leave bloody paw prints on her chest that looked like rose petals. ![]() She only offers an almost lyrical weaving of facts and her actual observations to present a sometimes startling portrayal of the natural world around us and our role in it. Annie Dillard does not tell us about her life or what she thinks about the burning issues of the day. The book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, is a very personal narrative that is not about the author. ![]() About forty years ago, in a home not too far from Hollins College outside of Roanoke, Annie Dillard would have been finishing up her 1974 Pulitzer Prize winning classic Pilgrim at Tinker Creek the same Tinker Creek crossed by the Appalachian Trail. A little northwest of Roanoke, Virginia, the Appalachian Trail crosses Tinker Creek. ![]()
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