Like Dylan Thomas' "Under Milk Wood" and Sherwood Anderson's "Winesburg,
Ohio, " Brian Doyle's stunning fiction debut brings a town to life
through the jumbled lives and braided stories of its people.
In a small fictional town on the Oregon coast there are love affairs and
almost-love-affairs, mystery and hilarity, bears and tears, brawls and
boats, a garrulous logger and a silent doctor, rain and pain, Irish
immigrants and Salish stories, mud and laughter. There's a Department of
Public Works that gives haircuts and counts insects, a policeman
addicted to Puccini, a philosophizing crow, beer and berries. An
expedition is mounted, a crime committed, and there's an unbelievably
huge picnic on the football field. Babies are born. A car is cut in half
with a saw. A river confesses what it's thinking. . .
It's the tale of a town, written in a distinct and lyrical voice, and
readers will close the book more than a little sad to leave the village
of Neawanaka, on the wet coast of Oregon, beneath the hills that used to
boast the biggest trees in the history of the world.