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pipercurda 's review for:
A River Runs Through it and Other Stories
by Norman Maclean
*recommended by hayley*
dry, sardonic humor sprinkled among long, jargonistic stretches of prose about fly fishing or logging makes for a collection of stories i’m surprised to find that i’d read again. for all the factual, somewhat flat information provided about subjects i’ve never nor will ever desire to know about, there is a palpable passion for all of it. maclean clearly writes what he knows, and you can tell that his whole heart is in it. whether he intended to be or not, maclean is something of a poet.
below are the first and one of the last lines in the third story, ‘USFS 1919: the ranger, the cook, and a hole in the sky’ just because i think they were too good not to share.
“i was young and i thought i was tough and i knew it was beautiful and i was a little bit crazy but hadn’t noticed it yet.”
“everything that was to happen had happened and everything that was to be seen has gone. it was now one of those moments when nothing remains but an opening in the sky and a story—and maybe something of a poem.”
warning: derogatory language used towards women, asian people, and native americans.
dry, sardonic humor sprinkled among long, jargonistic stretches of prose about fly fishing or logging makes for a collection of stories i’m surprised to find that i’d read again. for all the factual, somewhat flat information provided about subjects i’ve never nor will ever desire to know about, there is a palpable passion for all of it. maclean clearly writes what he knows, and you can tell that his whole heart is in it. whether he intended to be or not, maclean is something of a poet.
below are the first and one of the last lines in the third story, ‘USFS 1919: the ranger, the cook, and a hole in the sky’ just because i think they were too good not to share.
“i was young and i thought i was tough and i knew it was beautiful and i was a little bit crazy but hadn’t noticed it yet.”
“everything that was to happen had happened and everything that was to be seen has gone. it was now one of those moments when nothing remains but an opening in the sky and a story—and maybe something of a poem.”
warning: derogatory language used towards women, asian people, and native americans.