Horrible and brilliant and terribly important. This book is what I’ve been looking for for years, and what I’d hoped never to see.
Charles Foster, author of Being A Beast
Savage Gods is a compromise of a book, too, veering between inner and outer worlds, shape-shifting from narrative to aphorism to vision. But tidiness is indisposed to containing multitudes, and there’s a price to pay in retaining them. Kingsnorth’s troublesome words do an unexpectedly moving job of capturing the problem of being, and of writing about it.
Nina Lyon, The Spectator
What ultimately makes Savage Gods a success is Kingsnorth’s passion. His honest probing of himself is the real strength of this book. He is a man bearing everything. And for all the confessional memoirs so popular at the moment, this is the real deal.
Scott Beauchamp, The American Conservative
A poignant, honest portrait of a crisis of faith, not in God or Self but a far rarer thing, a crisis of belief in words themselves, the very materials of the writer’s mind.
Jay Griffiths, author of Wild
Savage Gods is, in some ways, an earnest attempt to tell the truth about why we write. But it is much more than that … [it is] a meditation on the peculiar homelessness of our age, adrift as we are from any real connection to nature and landscape. In this way, Savage Gods is a deeply personal memoir of the ecology of home and an unusual and frank account of a writer’s experience.
Melanie Challenger, author of On Extinction
Savage Gods is a confessional: a short, sharp, unexpected account of a crisis in my own writing, in my sense of purpose and my sense of home. It is an examination, from within the moment, of what it means to lose faith in words. In the process, it asks: what is the meaning of language and what is it for? Does writing illuminate or conceal? And can a human ever really ‘belong’ to a place in a broken world which militates against it?