There’s a new book on my nightstand: A Philosophy of Walking, by French philosophy professor Frédéric Gros (that’s him in the photo, looking like what you’d expect a French philosophy professor to look like). The book explores why so many writers and philosophers, from Nietzsche and Kant to Kerouac, relied on walking as a pathway toward deeper understanding. Gros opens by declaring that “Walking is not a sport.” He’s a walker himself, of course, and his prose — at least as much as I’ve read to date — delves into his own mind as well as the greats of his field. Since I’m just starting the book, I’ll leave the final word for now to this review/interview from The Observer: “A passionate affirmation of the simple life, and joy in simple things. And it’s beautifully written: clear, simple, precise.” Which is not always the way with philosophy.