Life in the woods has always attracted me, though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive that long.
This book agrees with my view assuming that modern times have weakened us. The narrator leaves his home trying to build a new life over the hills. He doesn't need his wrist watch or his mobile, but he takes his cdplayer with him.
Despite all his dreams and manifestos, he will understand how is difficult finding a place to stay in the woods which is still untouched by civilization and its troubles.
Henry David Thoreau and Jack London times are over. Now wild and Walden don't exist anymore. And yet those hills close to the city still have something to hide and surviving there with no money it's all but easy.
Good ingredients for a novel which could have baked better.