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inthecommonhours 's review for:
A River Runs Through It
by Norman Maclean
First read in a college class, 1989. Fell hard, as it spoke to biggest issue in my life at the time, "am I my brother's keeper?"
Read again and again, loved the movie despite feeling Norman was miscast. Read again most recently in January 2016 when I found none of the books I thought I "should" be reading---even the ones I want to be reading---could keep my attention. Consumed it in one day while taking down the Christmas decorations and making a pot roast dinner.
The conversation between Norman and his father. The small bits of his dialogue with his wife. So grateful for his later in life perspective, and the over-riding sense that, while we will all be haunted by the question Norman's father asked, we are part of something larger than any of us. And that we can love without understanding.
Read again and again, loved the movie despite feeling Norman was miscast. Read again most recently in January 2016 when I found none of the books I thought I "should" be reading---even the ones I want to be reading---could keep my attention. Consumed it in one day while taking down the Christmas decorations and making a pot roast dinner.
The conversation between Norman and his father. The small bits of his dialogue with his wife. So grateful for his later in life perspective, and the over-riding sense that, while we will all be haunted by the question Norman's father asked, we are part of something larger than any of us. And that we can love without understanding.