Another treasure from Brian Doyle.
At first I wasn’t sure how to feel about its similarity to Martin Marten, as though one book is a remix of the other with a similar setting and characters and series of events.
Then I realized I’d enjoy both of these books regardless, and it was a gift to have a fresh bundle of stories to explore for the first time.
Doyle’s writing is some of the most playful, lyrical, and joyful stuff I’ve encountered. His wit and love and attention to craft are apparent. Who knew a long list of things could be magical? It feels like the novel is an excuse to celebrate writing and humanity and nature, with the depth and care and wonder they deserve.