On this morning I had no opinion on Henry Stands.
He was one of those rough-and-ready, fat men we tend to elect as presidents and
senators when they were too old to do anything else and too ornery to lie down.
He had that same military bearing and attitude of patience that they had seen
it all and leaned on the seasons like fences and watch the rest of the world
cluck and run around.
It is rather hard to believe this is a first novel, it is so assured
of craft, deep in learning, and has the feel of an experienced hand who knows
to wear that learning lightly.
It has been compared to True
Grit in both premise and composition. That is high praise, but this is one
of those rare instances where high praise is more than mere bluster.
A sincerely superlative work.
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