All the Way to the Tigers
From the author of Nothing to Declare, a new travel narrative examining healing, redemption, and what it means to be a solo woman on the road.
In the tradition of Wild by Cheryl Strayed and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, Mary Morris turns a personal catastrophe into a rich, multilayered memoir full of personal growth, family history, and thrilling travel.
In February 2008 a casual afternoon of ice skating derailed the trip of a lifetime. Mary Morris was on the verge of a well-earned sabbatical, but instead she endured three months in a wheelchair, two surgeries, and extensive rehabilitation. On Easter Sunday, when she was supposed to be in Morocco, Morris was instead lying on the sofa reading Death in Venice, casting her eyes over these words again and again: “He would go on a journey. Not far. Not all the way to the tigers.” Disaster shifted to possibility and Morris made a decision. When she was well enough to walk again (and her doctor wasn’t sure she ever would), she would go “all the way to the tigers.”
So begins a three-year odyssey that takes Morris to India in search of the world’s most elusive apex predator. Her first lesson: don’t look for a tiger because you won’t find it—you look for signs of a tiger. And all unseen tigers, hiding in the bush, are referred to as “she.” Morris connects deeply with these magnificent and highly endangered animals, and her weeks on tiger safari also afford a new understanding of herself.
Written in over a hundred short chapters, All the Way to the Tigers offers an elegiac, wry, and wise look at a woman on the road and the glorious, elusive creature she seeks.