LYNCH MOB SNEAK PEAK: Arms open wide, and how. Fishing with David Lynch

By Ryland Walker Knight

David Lynch's voice has a diminutive, nasal inflection. You can hear the Pacific Northwest’s gentility and echoes of a woodland youth. In his new book, Catching The Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity, this calm is felt in each short, declarative sentence that makes up each short, welcoming chapter.

The book is slim. The 177 pages offer more blank, white spaces than text. Lynch doesn’t really explicate his ideas: he distills them into succinct statements. But he’s hardly condescending. Rather, the whole book is an invitation. When you open Lynch’s book, he, in turn, opens his front door and invites you inside for a cup of coffee. And, perhaps, a twenty-minute meditation session.

[To read the rest of the review, click here, and you will be forworded to The House Next Door. Stay tuned for yet more Lynch mania, as promised.]

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