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A River Runs Through it and Other Stories
by Norman Maclean
I now know much more about fly fishing than I did previously.
This came to me through Annie Proulx's [b:Fen, Bog and Swamp|59366209|Fen, Bog and Swamp A Short History of Peatland Destruction and Its Role in the Climate Crisis|Annie Proulx|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1661964299l/59366209._SY75_.jpg|93537085], which I put down partway through so that I could read this and see what the fuss was about. In the edition I found, Proulx had written the introduction. Later, when I returned to her book, she repeated the story of the bobcat.
It's a neat novella that flows like a stream, creating a seamless unity across periods of time and changes of scene. Maclean's world feels real and true, the characters in it and the interpersonal challenges nuanced. The scene where the brothers return home and their mother butters Paul's bun for him is especially poignant: that complicated sibling feeling when you are not the one that needs help, or even wants that act of service, and don't resent the gesture either, but are simply aware of not occupying the same kind of attention. Because you are not in peril.
I haven't read the other two stories yet, but will return to them. The title story was my chief interest. I wasn't as haunted by it as I hoped, but it was still Good Writing.
This came to me through Annie Proulx's [b:Fen, Bog and Swamp|59366209|Fen, Bog and Swamp A Short History of Peatland Destruction and Its Role in the Climate Crisis|Annie Proulx|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1661964299l/59366209._SY75_.jpg|93537085], which I put down partway through so that I could read this and see what the fuss was about. In the edition I found, Proulx had written the introduction. Later, when I returned to her book, she repeated the story of the bobcat.
It's a neat novella that flows like a stream, creating a seamless unity across periods of time and changes of scene. Maclean's world feels real and true, the characters in it and the interpersonal challenges nuanced. The scene where the brothers return home and their mother butters Paul's bun for him is especially poignant: that complicated sibling feeling when you are not the one that needs help, or even wants that act of service, and don't resent the gesture either, but are simply aware of not occupying the same kind of attention. Because you are not in peril.
I haven't read the other two stories yet, but will return to them. The title story was my chief interest. I wasn't as haunted by it as I hoped, but it was still Good Writing.