Children of the Mist: The Story of the Scottish Highlanders!
At least a river of it was. The joy doesn't ignore the pain and the sadness at the core of the title novella, but acknowledges the treasures buried in the text: I will steal a word of praise from Annie Proulx, who says it so much better than me in the Foreword to the 25th anniversary edition: There are few books that have the power to put the reader in such a deep trance that the real world falls utterly away.
I believe the explanation of the instant charm these stories have exerted on me can be explained by their long gestation and by the passion for the subject the author has been able to translate into words that flow like his sparkling mountain rivers.
Maclean first published these stories in his seventies, but they were born much earlier: So what we are reading now has been told and retold and polished and distilled down to its essence a long time before it was put down on paper. Even when the writing was finished and the manuscript sent to the publishers, some complained that there were 'too many trees in the story'.
Who would be interested in reading such detailed accounts about fly-fishing or camping out in the wilderness?
I have seen some few reviewers here on Goodreads who share in the sentiment, but I am in the camp who argues that the story was never about fishing. It is about history, and about nature, about working with your hands, it is about family and about friendship, about death and about passing the flame of love to the next generation.
Maclean in his own foreword explains a little about the purpose of the text: Writing is not a simple act of taking a snapshot of a significant moment in your life. In the retelling, the story gets altered, the facts rearranged to fit around the core ideas, the dialogues streamlined and the revelations explained in a timely manner.
Like the good fisherman, the writer chooses his lure carefully, throws the line in the water and then coaxes his catch with a firm hand to the shore to the moral of the story.
Here's the lure, the opening line: Later the focus moves on the adult relationship between brothers, about extended families and the disconnect between generations, about the impossibility of full understanding even between the closest of siblings: You can love completely without complete understanding.
The narrator loves his brother Ken more than anything in the world, yet he is not able to reach across and help him when Ken's wildest part heavy drinking, brawling and whoring lands him in trouble.
Part of the issue is the stoical, dour Scottish ancestry that claims men should be capable of taking care of themselves without crying out for help, part is the need to allow the other person the freedom to live his own life any way it pleases him.
The author looks back to that troubled time and exorcises the demons of the past through his writing, hoping the answers that he found will be of more use to the next people that find themselves at a crossroad.
Proulx notes that the novel is a memoir, a requiem, an allegory, pointing out both the autobiographical elements and the metaphysical implications of the text.
As I already said, it is not at all a novel about fishing. The solitude, the silences and the beauty of the scenery serve a similar role to the one the desert offered to the early saints who retreated there from the crowded civilized places.
The wild rivers of Montana are the haven the Macleans retreat to when the going gets tough and their batteries need recharging.A River Runs Through It CONCEPT/VOCABULARY ANALYSIS Literary Text: A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean Organizational Patterns: A River Runs Through It is a novella about fly-fishing and life, told from the first-person perspective of author and major.
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