I still haven’t seen the film, but actually TSP isn’t at all ‘gooey’. Or maybe better to say that such gooeyness as it has is concentrated solely on moments of communion with the natural world (which are counterweighted by a lot of sunburn, wild shitting and sour digressions about former fishing villages overrun with tourists and second homers) and her love for Moth.
The odd and interesting thing about it is that the Walkers hate the overwhelming majority of the other people they encounter on the path.
Lots of rather scathing pen pictures of people dragging their dogs and children aside when they say they’re homeless, refusing to let them fill their water bottles, telling they shouldn’t be wild camping, fellow walkers who are not doing the path ‘properly’ (marching along on a schedule, having their luggage transported, giving up when they see a hill) etc.
I quite liked that about it — that no editor had said ‘Look, Raynor, you come across as a real pain in the ass in this book’ and insisted on sweetening it up. Because if I had just become homeless, damn right I’d have hated everyone.