It's a hard, rough, quite pitiless book that grabbed me. The theme reminds me of the trilogy of Jón Kalman Stefánsson (heaven and hell, the pain of the angels, the heart of man). Men looking for a challenge, the adventure want to prove themselves and apply something. They start a huge risks they pose as a predictable and inevitable view anyway as necessary. The driving motive is greed and desire for wealth, but not least, the addiction to the adrenaline rush, the desire to make the nature and the elements, preferably in subjection the world, the desire to feel themselves to make drunkenness. And so men feel something, it has to be much, high, wide, violent, extreme. Travel must be wide and long to die of thirst with the danger, the mountains need to be high, the snow deep, there must be innumerable bison and above all it must be dead bison, the alcohol must flow. And after all the hardship is still much dammed left that you want to leave then flow in a woman to the coronation of the adventure, the reward of the hero. It goes without saying that a woman is available, it is also a whore, or perhaps rather a whore?
And yet you feel not enough. The ultimate feeling is when the man feels offended, betrayed, because the business partner does not fulfill the contract, as the plans do not work out, because nature can not be tamed, because nothing in his hand. This hurt, this feeling of powerlessness is so strong that it can lead to distraction, or - which in any case is better for the world - to the downfall, to forget, to illusions ... and - if you're lucky - a beginning of comprehension.
"Almost without regret, he now Could admit the vanity from Which Those passions had jump."
