
This is such a unique, unexpectedly pleasant book, especially surprising given that the English MacInnes’ usual fare was Cold War-era spy thrillers. If I had to guess I’d say that this book was an author’s just-for-fun project—a love letter to Wyoming, and a chance to air her opinions about literary trends and critics of the day. On my second reading, I wondered during the first few chapters if my recollection of the novel was a little rosier than it merited—MacInnes’ writing can be a trifle clunky at times—but the further I got, I warmed to the story just as much as I had the first time. I mean—literature meets Wyoming, in 1948? That sounds like a book that was written to order for me. [Read more…]