This was a very self indulgent book, but it was still good because it often focused on the worth of farm work. However, I often found myself asking, "Does this guy have any friends?" He must be really out there socially. Perhaps he's a repressed [...].
His subtle high-brow mindset, I'm sure, is probably pleasing to the liberal reader, who may find it enchanting to know the author still maintains a literary train of thought, and his diet 'inclining to the Mediterranean.' He often refers to other cultures, and he seems to really enjoy milking his cow (read into that one what you will).
Again, it's an okay book. There's plenty of parts to skip over, though. I'm sure Hemmingway would've written about farming much more differently.