Grass beyond the mountains

My logger grandfather handed me his copy of GRASS BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS by Richmond Pearson Hobson, Jr when in his eighties during one of my visits to his home with my grandmother, in Eugene, OR at 745 Lariat Drive. Born in 1897, so awhile since I've been there; maybe 845, the one story on the corner. My grandfather had hunted and fished with Pearson in the nineteen fifties and nineteen sixties, as a man himself forced out of the logging trade by a lawsuit he'd eventually won after a couple years litigation; souring him enough on private enterprise he'd quit his trade when hardly fifty years old. A slash fire the wind had driven suddenly in the wrong direction, which ruined the other litigant in the case. My grandfather had to sell everything he owned to win, his logging concerns. GRASS BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS became the source of a recurring dream I'd taken a long time to recognize for that relationship; until discovery in the Eureka, CA Public Library Pearson had written two fine sequels, NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR A COWBOY and RANCHER TAKES A WIFE, each of the three covering roughly a decade beginning with the first at the height of the depression in the 1930s. There are passages in both GRASS BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS and RANCHER TAKES A WIFE which seem as if solitary horse back encounters of the same remote vista high in the mountains of the interior of British Columbia. Where after winding for quite some time in a narrow defile between rock walls close enough to touch on either side, Pearson suddenly around a bend, comes out into the open and a view stretching for hundreds of miles to the north, of the range of mountains he as at the south of, their snowy bases and peaks eventually disappearing beyond the horizon. Or at least thats the way I remember reading the two books, I've recently gotten new copies of; but, haven't read in several years say a decade or so. In my dream I had probably half a dozen times, I seemed as if above the planet looking down a range of mountains stretching up the coast and into the interior of British Columbia to the southern parts of Alaska, yet also able to see some of the small coastal villages in detail yet slightly so as the visions were brief of those places like Bella Coola for instance. I'd driven a modest amount in British Columbia myself though never to that place. Knowing a single mother and her four year-old son from there though in one communal living situation, whose boy had liked me as much as she hadn't I could never unde

שנה

1978

שפה

English

הוצאה

McClelland & Stewart

מהדורות

1

עמודים

256

ISBN

9780771041709

מקור הנתונים: Wikidata