When I purchased this book, I did not know what to expect. Homestead Tessie Youtube channel recommended it, so I assumed it was how to live off the land and save money. And even though that is a huge running theme through the book, it is way more than that. At times, I thought the words must be "tongue-in-cheek". Unlike the reviewers who were angry at the book (and frankly, I don't think they "got it", even after updates), I was willing to read through to the end. I am glad I did. It told about a journey of a daughter and a father in the world to survive "well" on what their definition of "well" meant. There is a lot to be learned from what was provided, as well as what "not to do". I am deliberately being vague, as I don't want to give any spoiler alerts. Sometimes I laughed. Other times I learned some new skills to live the land. Other times, I wanted a barf bucket when I was reading. I went through so many extremes. I will say that after reading especially the fishing section, I did learn a lot from my own dad about fishing, as I felt like I knew all of that. I thought I knew what "redneck" meant, but this is a whole other level of it. There were some things that should make us all stop and ask ourselves if we are doing the right thing in life to balance our money needs with our loves. Because if you don't, life runs out too quickly, and you have sacrificed it all for everyone but yourself. I am aging and hope it is not too late to get it right before I die. ( )

This book can be found on the web, and it's a gas. Published in 1978, it evokes a whole world, largely now lost, that I emerged into then thinking it would last forever. Surprise! It may be back . . . ( )

encantoume o sentido do humor e a filosofía detrás das afirmacións do libro ( )

encantoume o sentido do humor e a filosofía detrás das afirmacións do libro ( )

'Possum Living: How to Live Well Without a Job and with (Almost) No Money' could just as easily be called 'How to Kill Stuff and Eat it' as that's what the lion's share of this survivalism classic is about.

The true life story of the girl behind the pseudonym Dolly Freed is as fascinating as the book itself but you can google that.

I read it cold, knowing nothing much about it, and all I'm sharing here are a handful of my half-assed random impressions of the book.

What struck me like a blow to the head was how startling, forthright and downright funny it is.

The narrator extols the virtues of laziness, lying and tax evasion and makes no bones about killing animals — so long as you're going to eat them.

She describes in graphic detail how to rear, kill and butcher animals for food. And more power to her for having the guts to do it herself.

There's plenty of good, down to earth, common sense advice on homesteading, mixed in with homespun wisdom and the occasional bizarre contradiction.

She laughs at people who are squeamish about, for example, killing rabbits because they're cute (also delicious) but doesn't kill possums 'for totemic reasons.'

In later sections there's antiquated advice on how to buy a cheap property and do it up yourself. And although some of it creaks and groans like a screen door banging in the wind the underlying principles are sound.

Right near the end it gets really nutty and some of the things she says are outrageous. Gotten into a financial dispute with someone who is trying to rip you off? Don't get a lawyer — just intimidate them. And if that doesn't work, kill their dog.

So by all means take it with a giant pinch of salt.

But there's an intelligent message here — an ecology even — that I'd take any day over any number of 'white middle-class people throw out all their shit and feel better about themselves' books that pass for advice on minimalist living.

Own your own property and land. Cut your expenses to the absolute minimum. Learn how to fend for yourself. Become self-sufficient rather than money dependent. And make sure that everything you do supports everything else.

Why throw rotten vegetables on a compost heap for months when you can feed them to rabbits, who shit it out the next day, and fertilise the garden with that instead? Then you raise, breed, kill and eat the rabbits (along with fresh vegetables).

I don't doubt such advice is nothing new if you're any type of survivalist, homesteader or sit on your porch with a shotgun. But it was interesting to read a dated self-help book that was still surprisingly funny and, dare I say it, helpful.

I'll leave you with her closing thoughts:

"Now, then, don't you have a hobby you just don't have time to pursue? Golf? Tennis? Partying? Studying? Music? Painting? Pottery? Hang gliding? Whatever? Even fishing or gardening — wouldn't you like to change these from merely recreation to partly occupation?
Yes? Then why don't you simply do so?
It's feasible. It's easy. It can be done. It should be done.
Do it."

Now get off of my lawn. ( )