"One of the hazards of telling your tales, recounting this kind of adventure, is that the marvels of them cannot be hidden; they rise to the surface like bubbles and burst with tiny explosions of excitement."
So writes Eddy Harris in his 1988 nonfiction Mississippi Solo, a first-person account of the author's 99-day trek down the Mississippi River. Yet while that sentence boasts a lovely analogy, why would the telling of tales - at least for Harris - be considered hazardous?
"It's exposure," the author explains during our recent phone interview. "You expose yourself - in many ways physical, but primarily emotional ways. People just get a glimpse at you and somehow it's... well, dangerous, because it can be used against you sometimes."