Larry Watson | Fiction, 1993
“From the summer of my twelfth year I carry a season of images more vivid and lasting than any others of my boyhood and indelible beyond all attempts the years make to erase or fade them …” This is the opening of Montana 1948. But don’t begin to think that this novel is about a 12-year old boy in Montana and his coming of age by fishing and kicking a ball around in the street during a long summer. No, his story is exceedingly more powerful. This is David’s tale of what happens when, at a very impressionable age, he is confronted with unthinkable crimes, tragedy, grief, loyalty, love, and angst in his protected world of rural white people and American Indians, living side by side, and recovering from the trials of WW2.
Watson’s writing is simple, clear, and captivating. Prepare yourself ... this short book will entice you to read cover-to-cover in one sitting.
Once again, my friend Teresa knows exactly what books to loan me. Thank you, Teresa.