The gradual peeling away of the main characters’ masks and protective outer surfaces was very subtle and touching. There are many parts we could have done without, but other parts were absolutely brilliant. Ultimately, though, Harold unravels and undergoes a cross between classic mid-life crisis (although he’s 65) and nervous breakdown, which is where the book gets really interesting. Again, there were parts that demanded massive suspension of disbelief, and many of us found his transmogrification into a Messianic figure rather laughable, especially when he gave away all his belongings and insisted that life on the road untrammelled by personal possessions was the way to be. Or 627 miles in 87 days in all, as we’re reminded at the end, although it appeared to take longer in the reading. While some people might have found his walk to Berwick from Devon to visit dying long lost friend Queenie touching, it struck most of us as utterly absurd and rather selfish, especially given that he was apparently only covering four or five miles a day at start and finish. The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry was exactly what it said on the cover – unlikely. Home » All Book Reviews » The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry The unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry
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