This tour-de-force of American literature and a winner of the National
Book Award is a profound, intimate, affecting novel from one of the most
esteemed literary minds of the last century and a beloved chronicler of
the West.
Joe Allston is a cantankerous, retired literary agent who is, in his own
words, "just killing time until time gets around to killing me." His
parents and his only son are long dead, leaving him with neither
ancestors nor descendants, tradition nor ties. His job, trafficking the
talent of others, has not been his choice. He has passed through life as
a spectator, before retreating to the woods of California in the 1970s
with only his wife, Ruth, by his side. When an unexpected postcard from
a long-lost friend arrives, Allston returns to the journals of a trip he
has taken years before, a journey to his mother's birthplace where he
once sought a link with his past. Uncovering this history floods Allston
with memories, both grotesque and poignant, and finally vindicates him
of his past and lays bare that Joe Allston has never been quite
spectator enough.