When it was published in England a few years ago it blew me away-- a melancholic, elegiac meander through several lives, beginning with a scene of urban slum pike fishing at dusk and moving through.. oh, fathers, sons, wars, terrorism, prep schools, mentors, Catholicism, falconry, and, always, fishing. I will write about it more than once but for now, a gratuitous and absolutely true quote: this is the best book with fishing in it since A River Runs Through It.
Yes, that good.
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Sounds excellent. I'll be looking for it.
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