I was a horse-crazy young girl whose passion for equines went dormant for 30 years. It reawakened when I turned 40, and I was again a lovelorn teenager, daydreaming about horses, plotting treks, swooning over the mere sight of an equine, even if it was online. One day in the late 90s at the dawn of the Google search engine, I happened upon a picture of a beauty, a dark horse with a thick mane blowing in the wind. It was an Icelandic horse, the photo taken on a misty green tussock in Iceland. That was it for me. I focused my equine passion (fair to call it an obsession) to that horse and that country.
Every summer, I took a “horse sabbatical” and traveled with a group of like-minded friends to a farm in northern Iceland. It was a place of golden light and windswept beauty. We stayed on one of the largest breeding farms in the country and trekked out daily. Midnight sun insomnia, randy stallions, subarctic cuisine, challenging place names, never-too-late in-life crushes, spirited horses—Iceland proved to be an annual reprieve from our ordinary life that made us feel extraordinary. At its heart, it’s really a coming-of-age story for that second stage of life—the vast years of middle age. The trips brought out not just our best selves, but also our most ridiculous selves—and that is not meant pejoratively.
Because horses… Nir begins. She deftly weaves together her personal history and her love of horses. It may be an elusive love, but one of her former riding instructors puts it best: “Twelve, that’s my age with horses... that kind of free, fearless thing that I used to have at that age.” Nir, raised by a Holocaust survivor father who figures large in her life, grows up with all the accouterments of wealth on the Upper East Side and summers in the Hamptons. Despite the trappings, she feels she is from the wrong background and is an outsider in that ritzy world. Horses bring her home to herself.
Through her own exploration of life with horses, she catches up with an array of equine experts from Monty Roberts now in his 80s, to Black Cowboys whose history has been erased in our history, to a woman who secretly imported Marwari horses to her farm on Cape Cod. Nir prides herself on the ability to ride any horse and she is fearless. It is an extreme sport, she writes, because of the danger it places you in. And even after numerous broken bones, including vertebrae (which she devotes nary a sentence to), she does not waver in her enthusiasm to ride. I am an extreme person, she says. Let me repeat: she is fearless.
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In the bestselling tradition of works by such authors as Susan Orlean and Mary Roach, a New York Times reporter and Pulitzer Prize finalist explores why so many people-including herself-are obsessed with horses.
It may surprise you to learn that there are over seven million horses in America-even more than when they were the only means of transportation-and nearly two million horse owners. Acclaimed journalist and avid equestrian Sarah Maslin Nir is one of them; she began riding horses when she was just two years old and hasn't…
Nancy Marie Brown’s book came into my life at a most prescient time in my own horse history. I discovered her book at just the moment I was discovering this then rare breed, the Icelandic horse. In the late 1990s, Brown goes to Iceland searching for the perfect horse (gaedingur in Icelandic). The country was very different from the tourist magnet it is today. It was wilder, more isolated, less traveled. Brown is there in pursuit of a horse or two to bring home. She first arrives with her husband and eight-year-old son after a family trauma. They stay in a broken-down house, “a concrete box” without modern amenities. She tries her best to learn and converse in the native tongue with the local farmers. As she tests drive all the horses, the reader learns all about Icelandic horses and horse-buying. What adds such depth to this book is that Brown is steeped in knowledge of the Icelandic sagas and weaves these tales in with her own tales, so the reader gets history, literature, and a good horse yarn all in one. And her writing style just sends me. She manages to conjure up the beauty in the hard-boiled landscape of lava fields.
After several visits to study the medieval Icelandic sagas, Nancy Marie Brown returns to Iceland to search for the perfect horse, one she can bring back to her Pennsylvania farm and make her own. She arrives shaken by tragedy, uncertain of the language, lacking confidence in her riding skills, but determined to make her search a success. She finds inspiration in the country’s austere and majestic landscape, which is alive with the ghosts of an adventure-filled past. In the glacier-carved hinterland, she rides a variety of Icelandic horses—some spirited, willful, even heroic; others docile, trusting, or tame. She also meets…
The title just made me laugh. Wade introduces herself and her co-partner in her adventures, Penelope Langley, as middle-aged women who refuse to surrender to age, and exhort themselves and others to reclaim their “yeehaw”—that feeling of freedom, wildness, that one we last had at the age of twelve. In this collection of short tales, her answer to the age-old problem of aging is a call to gallop. We follow her all very relatable equestrian pursuits through all her foibles and fun. A scene where she watches as Penelope makes friends with the most questionable character—why? because he owns horses—made me spit out my coffee. Hence the title of her book explained, they are horse sluts because they will do anything to pimp a ride.
Wade is honest about the challenges of riding as you start to get older. She is both fearful and fearless. She worries about hurting herself but finds the courage to saddle up anyway. She takes riding vacations, which turn into a grab bag of plusses and minuses. She switches stables and horses so often that I think someone should invent a Tinder-like app for matching horses with riders. At one point, she tallies up her reasons for not actually buying a horse of her own: the expense, the responsibility, the knowledge gap, the time. At the end of this book, I finally gave myself permission to reconcile all the reasons I will probably never own a horse of my own.
A swelling number of horse riders aren't nubile nymphs and don't start riding as toddlers. Horse Sluts - The Saga of Two Women on the Trail of Their Yeehaw winks at mid-life riders who relate to the feeling "when memories of who we were and what we used to do smash at our egos like bugs on a windshield." Candace Wade and Penelope Langley wrote Horse Sluts to give those riders a leg up on recapturing the yeehaw of youth. "It's how to stand up to fears, how to challenge ourselves. Horse Sluts is for women who refuse to surrender…
Bernice Ende has become a legend in trail riding. She died from cancer last year, but she leaves behind this book which chronicles her cross-country trekking. At the age of 50, she quits her job, takes her horse, a packhorse (where she jerry rigs a saddle for her dog), and hits the trail for months at a time, though one trek lasts for over two years. She crisscrosses the west, southwest, and northwest Canada. Alone. At the end of every day, she throws down her sleeping bag, puts up a tent, heats up her canned food, and ruminates on the pleasures of simplicity. Occasionally she shares a meal with friendly townspeople, and people along the way let her set up a tent in their field or barn. In return, she gives a talk at a local library. But her best life is on the trail with her horses and dog. She is there for the ride. This is a whole other take on finding freedom by riding horses. Whatever character trait that drove this woman —fortitude, resilience, toughness, endurance—I am floored by her courage.
In her incredible memoir, Lady Long Rider: Alone Across America on Horseback we are introduced to Bernice Ende, a solitary figure with the daunting goal of traveling from Trego, Montana to New Mexico in a single ride. At the age of 50, Bernice turned south into the unknown and began her first voyage on the way to becoming a world-class long rider. Since that fateful decision she hasn't looked back. Accompanied by her horses and an exceptional dog named Claire, Ende has logged more than 29,000 miles in the saddle, crisscrossing North America and beyond.
The book begins with stories of how young girls get hooked on horses: the raised pulse, the daydreaming, the mind swimming in adoration, and then this compulsion to ride a thousand-pound beast. To be one with the horse is the goal; it is the whole animal-human communication. Pierson attempts to explain the somewhat unexplainable and goes beyond the romance and myths and drills down on the psychological, subliminal, or substitute quirks of love that are heaped on horses. After she undoes our heart, she goes deeper.
This animal gives us everything and their history with humans has been dark, even recently, from doping to soring to shoeing. There is a chapter on Premarin (short for Pregnant Mare Urine), the hormone replacement therapy that was prescribed routinely to women over 50. Lest we forget, twenty years ago the AMA was still diagnosing menopause as a medical disorder, and pharmaceutical companies were quick to cash in with a pill-a-day remedy. In Premarin’s heyday, up to 750,000 mares were kept continually pregnant, tied up in a cement-floored factory, and kept chronically thirsty so their pee was more concentrated. For so many reasons, this still makes my blood boil.
In a phenomenon too prevalent to be mere chance, little girls all over the Western world wake one day to find themselves completely taken over by the love of all things equine. Melissa Holbrook Pierson was one of those horse-crazy girls who later returned to riding with a new appreciation for the nature of horses. Melding memoir, sociology, history, anecdote, and a bit of prose poetry, Dark Horses and Black Beauties delves beneath the shallow hypotheses explaining women's connection to horses to look at how this communication with another animal opens us up to a new apprehension of the larger…
Wendy Lee Hermance was heard on National Public Radio (NPR) stations with her Missouri Folklore series in the 1980s. She earned a journalism degree from Stephens College, served as Editor and Features Writer for Midwestern and Southern university and regional publications, then settled into writing real estate contracts. In 2012 she attended University of Sydney, earning a master’s degree by research thesis. Her books include Where I’m Going with this Poem, a memoir in poetry and prose. Weird Foods of Portugal: Adventures of an Expatmarks her return to feature writing as collections of narrative non-fiction stories.
Weird Foods of Portugal describes the author's first years trying to make sense of a strange new place and a home there for herself.
Witty, dreamlike, and at times jarring, the book sizzles with social commentary looking back at America and beautiful, finely drawn descriptions of Portugal and its people. Part dark-humor cautionary tale, part travel adventure, ultimately, Hermance's book of narrative non-fiction serves as affirmation for any who wish to make a similar move themselves.
"Wendy Lee Hermance describes Portugal´s colorful people and places - including taxi drivers and animals - with a poet´s empathy and dark humor. Part travel adventure, part cautionary tale, Weird Foods of Portugal is at it´s heart, affirmation for all who consider making such a move themselves."
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