Winter in Taos starkly contrasts Luhan's memoirs, published in four volumes and inspired by Marcel Proust's Remembrances of Things Past. They follow her life through three failed marriages, numerous affairs, and ultimately a feeling of being nobody in myself, in despite years of psychoanalysis and a luxurious lifestyle on two continents among the leading literary, art and intellectual personalities of the day.
Winter in Taos unfolds in an entirely different pattern, uncluttered with noteworthy names and ornate details. With no chapters dividing the narrative, Luhan describes her simple life in Taos, New Mexico, this new world she called it, from season to season, following a thread that spools out from her consciousness as if she's recording her thoughts in a journal. My pleasure is in being very still and sensing things,â€ she writes, sharing that pleasure with the reader by describing the joys of adobe rooms warmed in winter by aromatic cedar fires; fragrant in spring with flowers; and scented with homegrown fruits and vegetables being preserved and pickled in summer.
Having wandered the world, Luhan found her home at last in Taos. Winter in Taos celebrates the spiritual connection she established with the deep living earth as well as the bonds she forged with Tony Luhan, her mountain. This moving tribute to a land and the people who eked a life from it reminds readers that in northern New Mexico, where the seasons can be harshly beautiful, one can bathe in the sunshine until untied are the knots in the heart, for there is nothing like the sun for smoothing out all difficulties.