the men and women who spent time with him over the final year of his life. But my sense of Chris McCandless's intentions comes, too, from a more personal perspective. As a youth, I am told, I was willful, self-absorbed, intermittently reckless, moody. I disappointed my father in the usual ways. Like McCandless's, figures of male authority aroused in me a confusing medley of corked fury and hunger to please. If something captured my undisciplined imagination. I pursued it with a zeal bordering on…
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