I just finished reading “Townie,” by Andre Dubus III. In his memoir Dubus describes his life growing up in poverty in Haverhill, Massachusetts with his mother and three siblings. His was a tough life of survival. But Dubus also had contact with his father, who lived in Bradford and taught at the college. Living in these two worlds, he was able to see past his life of poverty and to envision, and then create, a life for himself as a writer.
Solitude, silence and simplicity was never easily offered to him in any way in which I am accustomed, but I think he found it in his own indomitable way, in his case through his writing. Great read.