|About the Book|
A nice quick read of the reminisces of a somewhat thoughtful man stuck in a world of greed and materialism. I dont mean to imply that he escaped greed and materialism. He didnt. But he was introspective enough to admit that his life was frittered away in the pursuit of money, golf, tennis and managing his mini-estate outside of Greenwich CT.He makes a very important point about stuff: It owns us, we dont own it. He purchased Ledgerock, a twelve and a half acre folly north of New York City, and spent the last 40 years of his life frittering around with algae and deciding how to put in a tennis court so the bog wouldnt swallow it.To be fair he was also a lifetime trustee of MIT, but this book isnt about that. The point of the book seemed to me to be that being a wealthy country club member with a nice spread outside of the city does not make one happy--it consumes ones life with logistics and frivolities.You have to fill your days until you die with something. Mr. MacDonald died in 2012. What do you want to think about during your days? Mr. MacDonald thought a lot about his home and grounds. His physical domain.Not an evil choice. But isnt there something better? This book made me question my desire for physical space. Do I want to become the slave of a leaking pool or a collapsing hillside etc? Or would I rather put my money into income producing stocks or bonds and wander, writing bad poetry about amazing sunsets on the beaches and in the mountains of the world? Im sure Ledgrock is beautiful (its for sale right now for $2.6 million) and the country clubs are beautiful, but I suspect there are things Id enjoy more. I thank Mr. MacDonald for his book helping me realize my folly.