As we move towards an inevitably, increasingly, uncertain future how do we fit into the swirling patterns? Taking its bearings from Tennyson’s sunset classic about a king at the end of his odyssey, Hungry Heart Roaming is a poignant, intelligent memoir of a life lived loving words, places and people – a life as an odyssey sans pareil. Essayistic, aphoristic, and affirming, the book meanders between two 'in-between' places. On one beach, a young boy with his grandmother, at the turn of the tide, and on another beach, a grandfather with another young boy, when the tide begins to wane. In between it wanders through a lost and perhaps more hopeful Europe. Remembering with affection the ignorant and thoughtless visions of youth, the journey maps the loss of innocence and its replacement, by something that feels like understanding, and acceptance.

As we move towards an inevitably, increasingly, uncertain future how do we fit into the swirling patterns? Taking its bearings from Tennyson’s sunset classic about a king at the end of his odyssey, Hungry Heart Roaming is a poignant, intelligent memoir of a life lived loving words, places and people – a life as an odyssey sans pareil. Essayistic, aphoristic, and affirming, the book meanders between two 'in-between' places. On one beach, a young boy with his grandmother, at the turn of the tide, and on another beach, a grandfather with another young boy, when the tide begins to wane. In between it wanders through a lost and perhaps more hopeful Europe. Remembering with affection the ignorant and thoughtless visions of youth, the journey maps the loss of innocence and its replacement, by something that feels like understanding, and acceptance.

As we move towards an inevitably, increasingly, uncertain future how do we fit into the swirling patterns? Taking its bearings from Tennyson’s sunset classic about a king at the end of his odyssey, Hungry Heart Roaming is a poignant, intelligent memoir of a life lived loving words, places and people – a life as an odyssey sans pareil. Essayistic, aphoristic, and affirming, the book meanders between two 'in-between' places. On one beach, a young boy with his grandmother, at the turn of the tide, and on another beach, a grandfather with another young boy, when the tide begins to wane. In between it wanders through a lost and perhaps more hopeful Europe. Remembering with affection the ignorant and thoughtless visions of youth, the journey maps the loss of innocence and its replacement, by something that feels like understanding, and acceptance.