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Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol Kindle Edition
With no plans, no time limit and sometimes no sense, the nameless British beatnik travels through a blur of smoky bars, sexy señoritas, lonesome backpackers, small town locals, city dwellers, magnificent mountains and awe-inspiring waterfalls, whilst being guided by the mysterious 11:11 Phenomenon.
Not only does the tourist roam around Argentina, he also finds himself unexpectedly crossing the borders to Paraguay, Chile and Brazil, where drunken adventures and spiritual insights await him.
Set in 2011, this true story reads almost like fiction. Written in a unique and distinctive style and told in a tangle of cut-up twisted timelines, Route Number 11 is a beat-driven, beer-drinking, drug-taking, chica-chasing, soul-searching, backpacking bonanza of a book which, if nothing else, will make you never want to experience the awfulness of reggaeton music.
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateJune 26, 2013
- File size1831 KB
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- ASIN : B00DSCBFFQ
- Publisher : (June 26, 2013)
- Publication date : June 26, 2013
- Language : English
- File size : 1831 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 267 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #4,807,999 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #426 in Argentina Travel
- #1,296 in General Argentina Travel Guides
- #5,070 in Angels
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About the author
Harry Whitewolf is a writer doing his own thing.
He's the author of two ragamuffin travelling tales: Route Number 11 (about Harry's five-month drunken journey around Argentina; and across the borders to Paraguay, Chile and Brazil) and The Road To Purification (which describes his mad-as-f*** pot-smoking trip around Egypt). In addition, Harry has written several collections of distinctive contemporary poetry, including New Beat Newbie, Underdogs Unite, and the award-winning Rhyme and Rebellion.
Whitewolf is also co-editor and contributor of The Anti-Austerity Anthology, a book for charity which has been featured in The Canary and on the Steve Topple and George Galloway online show.
Harry Whitewolf was born in England in 1976. He hopes to see world peace in his lifetime, and yes, Harry believes miracles are possible.
Find out more at his website: www.harrywhitewolf.com
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This book reads like someone's personal travel journal (which it is), but also something much more. In addition to seeking what's out there, Whitewolf seeks what's within as well. I know, that must sound awfully cliché on the surface, "middle-aged white male writer embarks upon journey of self-discovery in foreign lands", but frankly it doesn't come across that way at all. It just so happens that, following a bad breakup, this middle-aged white male writer decides to get lost in South America for half a year as a means of absolution, drinking and romping and improving his Spanish, which he thinks is bad but is assuredly far better than mine.
And, along the way, he has more than just a few deep insights and interesting observations to share. He gives us more than just an unconnected string of bemused anecdotes in this book. What makes the difference, I think, is Whitewolf's well-developed sense of self-awareness. He's aware of the fact that he's the tourist here every step of the way, and never once does he succumb to the cheap exoticism or the smug sense of entitlement that are so characteristic of much travel writing.
I too have kept similar journals of my travels, but never have I published any of them before. And with good reason. Whereas mine are probably worth digging out every once in a while for a personal trip down memory lane, Whitewolf's, while sharing some of the same structure, they actually have something to impart. There's a message here and it seems to be love.
The book tells the protagonist's view on the people he meets and the experiences he has; mixed with humor about the absurdity of people's interactions and beliefs, high philosophical thoughts about the meaning of life, finding patterns in reality, everyday needs such as lust or just relaxing and enjoying the day.
Anyone who wants to travel abroad, especially alone, and gain from his travels, more than being the regular tourist, must read this book.
I loved the short, choppy sentences and paragraphs; they made for an addicting read - kind of like reading someone's drunken tweets, but without all those annoying hashtags.
You'll never get bored reading anything by this Author...he has a way with words.
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“Leaving behind the chaos and shock of the last nine months that had engulfed him, consumed him, blackened him, beaten him and eaten him up. His face is now looking a little less like it's made of stone.”
Books about spirituality are usually classified in the ‘Mind, Body and Soul’ category. This work by Whitewolf takes us on a journey that explores all three. The tourist is on a search for inner gnosis happiness, (maybe love), adventure and personal fulfilment. He also wants to know ‘why’. The tourist chooses to see a divine and universal consciousness that will not only reveal itself through various forms of synchronicity but it will also guide him to the light. Whitewolf gives us a vision of this (through the words of the tourist) in a way that is inclusive and non judgemental. Again from the book:
“If everything is One and we are all God experiencing itself subjectively, then of course there are signs in everything. We were all once the ocean of God, with awareness of who we were. Now we've become more and more isolated and individual. We're now droplets of that ocean, forgetting we were once a part of it. Most forget and see themselves just as the chosen droplet form they've taken: God becoming manifest in the physical form. But if we remember who we really are and where we've come from, then we can gain balance between the manifest and unmanifest- where individual, subjective truth and eternal, all encompassing truth come to meet.”
Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol for me reads more as poetry than structured prose. Harry is concerned with the use of words to convey feelings, thoughts, and ideas rather than plot and character development. A night spent in a dingy hotel room is summarised beautifully in poetic fashion: “T.V. Beer. T.V. Beer. Loneliness. Fear.” This form of writing makes each page a new adventure outside the confines of linear time and location. Like his poetry, this book is not for those people who want their characters and themes neatly packaged into a conforming generic narrative. Just as quickly as the book dives into its quest for universal gnosis, we are reminded of the tourist’s very real personal ‘human’ pains and aspirations. As someone who usually prefers the rationality of Freud over the spirituality of Jung, this book has made me revisit some of my own conceptions of reality and spirituality. That’s exactly what great writing should do.
It read almost like an extended ballad rather than a conventional narrative. In some ways this worked, as the reader was able to follow the Tourist's stream of consciousness and discover some hidden gems, such as the idea of "trying on each others' faces". This was a concept that drove straight to my heart in terms of sentiment and worldview.
The prose failed in some respects as it lacked a clear plot and character development. Of course, the Tourist did develop - coming to terms with the loss of a relationship and finding himself - but this was hidden amongst many other messages that were at times confusing.
The use of motifs became almost comical as they truly lost their meaning by being forced again and again. Additionally, the repetitive nature of the Tourist's daily life also became a bore, at times I was surprised that I wasn't familiar with his bowel movements, as I was constantly reminded of what foods he ate, when he went to sleep and even the mundane activity of sitting on a bus was a common occurrence.
Whitewolf clearly has a gift for poetry, as he explores the universe in a delicate, compassionate way. However, poetic language seemed to slow down the plot and developments, which engage the reader the most.
Being highlighted to the spiritual belief of 'signs', I was interested in the whole 11:11 phenomenon in which this novel is based. I felt I started seeing the same kind of signs myself (spooky enough a recent training run where my first 3 miles I clocked a constant pace of 11m11/mile ...... Coincidence?). The recurrence of 'just one more night' I found amusing.
The writing is easy flowing, and I had no problem with the time shifts - we all have that melancholic place we drift to in our quiet times.
I thoroughly enjoyed this and look forward to reading more from this talented author.
I found the author’s journey a relatable one despite our personal differences of outlook and very much enjoyed this trip through foreign parts, which is nice as it’s the closest thing I’ll be getting to a trip abroad for the foreseeable future. Bring on book two!