This book contains two novellas – one concerning an aging art professor and the other explores a gifted, young swimmer whose wisdom belies his years.
Harrison seems to use his characters as proxies of himself lately and these two novellas are no different – lustful outdoors-men who enjoy their whiskey, wine and food. At first I was scared that this his writing was beginning to become a parody of itself, but even if these tropes show up often, his insights and prose lay the parody notion to rest. Mr. Harrison, please keep writing about struggles of the heart, the mysteries of life and if whiskey, women and French cheeses seem to often appear in the mix, so be it. What a ridiculous complaint, eh?