Autobiography of a Yogi-another look at a classic text
I first read this book around 1977. Then again in 2018. And once again in 2025. On this last re-reading, I was surprised by how the book seemed so fresh, as if I were encountering it for the first time. This perception might merely be related to declining memory retention, but what does persist and is re-encountered is a sense of the book’s atmosphere. This is constructed from the author’s manifest sincerity, his ability to patiently instruct Western readers in Indian yogic tradition, and from a gentle humour that infuses the text.