Sunday, January 9, 2011

Wolf A False Memoir by Jim Harrison

A talkative guy reminiscences about his adventures in America while following a wolf through a Michigan woods

I didn’t mean to read this immediately after Leonard Gardner’s Fat City, but now I see these books are very similar. The fruit picking, the drunkenness, the hitchhiking, the compelling soggy bog of femininity, the sixties. However, Fat City is a real novel, carefully structured with a Chekhovian interest in recounting what society does to human souls. Reading Wolf was like sitting next to a fascinating drunk and having him go on and on and on. The sentences were juicy and captivating but I didn’t get any special insight into the human condition. Also, there’s a whiff of datedness about this and an even bigger whiff of egomania – like, Groovy hippie chicks dug balling me.

Definitely echoes of On the Road, definitely echoes of Hemingway. The struggle is with Nature and masculinity.  But where is the emotional truth?

1 comment:

  1. It sounds like it might be a fun read but not one to take too seriously. Sometimes those are good- sometimes not. Hmm..