In 2001, I read Kent Haruf's novel, Plainsong, and subsequently recommended it to virtually everyone I knew. It was that rare novel that was a safe recommendation for friends, parents, men, women, whatever.
Haruf's sequel, Eventide, is equally wonderful. It's sad, happy, funny, but mostly it's just a pleasure to read. Once I hit page 100 or so I just disappeared into Haruf's depiction of Holt, Colorado.
Posted by waking slow at November 6, 2005 05:43 PM