A short PSA on the importance and excellence of this short work of nonfiction about imagination and childhood and nature from Brian Doyle.
All things fox catch my eye these days, ever since the glory of those foxes on the side of the road in the golden mornings up in Mishkeegogamang early last winter, and ever since we named our son after them some nine months later.
We were blessed to have seen these foxes, but it is often enough to have been allowed to imagine a brush with wilderness.
Brian Doyle's novel, Mink River, has been ordered, packed up, mailed and delivered, and is now sitting in my "to-be-read" queue. Thanks to Woodbird, for the tip.
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