An audience member approached me after my reading last week to recommend The Mountain and the Valley by Ernest Buckler. The narrator’s perspective jumps around at a frustrating pace (Whose head am I in? Whose head am I in now?), but Buckler’s prose is glorious and wise.
“A girl couldn’t go way back there, Anna,” he said. Then it came to him how awful it was when the others said something reasonable like that to him, and Anna helpless to argue even, as he did. (26)
From Buckler, Ernest. The Mountain and the Valley. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1961. Print.