Big canoe about to launch. On a mad poet present for occasion: “His lines did not scan, but ended wherever he ran out of room. The poem itself ended similarly...Henry produces poetry the way a factory loom produces fabric — by the yard, and it can be cut off almost any place.”
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George and Ken save 2 men from drowning on last day on Hanson island. This book is just endlessly eventful.
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Book closes with some wonderfully meditative and poetic short chapters. This whole thing has been an epic read.
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Ok done. That was a totally wonderful book, and I’m glad I read it in sips sitting on my balcony in a pandemic. Thank you
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