Robert Twigger's Angry White Pyajamas probably ranks among the finest books I've ever read. I've always considered writers to be dreamweavers, storytellers of the highest order. People who inspire, who instigate people into moving out of their houses and towards the wide worlds beckoning them. They are the greatest of our explorers, people who enter the realms of uncharted territory and get back to tell us the story. There are very few people out there who've written biographical content and inspired their readers into emulating the lives of their subjects. For me, the list would include, Robert Kanigel, Masanobu Fukuoka, Laura Hillenbrand and now Robert Twigger. Never before was any Martial Art made so romantic. Even when he describes the insurmountable pain undertaken, you still want to be there, to experience, to understand Ki, to sit in Seiza and to be kiai-ing.
Its a wholly different experience, reading Twigger. I can't seem to write no more now; rusty as hell.
Later. But if you ever get a chance to lay your hands on this book, you're in for the book equivalent ride of Enter the Dragon.