After finishing this book last evening, I struggled to write an internet friendly review (dense and short) but I found myself straying into too many mine filled cul-de-sacs. As the author, Donald McCaig, is both revered and present, I run the risk if seeming either obsequious or snotty if I don't walk a very narrow path. So, to skip right to the blowing off of the legs, here goes: I loved this book. It is simultaneously a mash note to the simplicity, beauty and toil of rural farming, and a dog's eye view of work and his often flawed relationship with man.
While some might find the stilted, archaic English used by the canine characters to be jarring and phony, I found it to be an excellent device to separate dog language and thought from that of the human characters. It also nicely conveyed the station and relationship of dogs in the human world; that of loyal, essential and symbiotic junior partner. The much used character of the faithful English butler, or Batman’s “Alfred” sprang readily to mind….only with sharp teeth and sheep poop on his fur.
The story itself, with the exception of a few broadly painted stereotype characters and situations, was enormously engaging. Be warned, it can sometimes be brutal, as truth can be without the bows and lace some authors use to gussy up the things that hurt deeply, but it rarely strays from a realistic and cracking good narrative. However, as with many books that find their way onto my permanent, never to go to the used bookstore, shelf, it is the small, intense flashes of beauty, as seen by the characters and conveyed by the author, that make this book special. The joy and exhilaration of Nop’s “pear shaped” outrun; heart pounding, tongue hanging out a yard. The intense green of the Kentucky trial grounds. The simple farm house kitchen, Formica table surrounded by work cracked hands holding sturdy cups of instant coffee.
The characters of Lewis Burkholder, his wife, daughter and son-in-law afforded a view of the hardships and pleasures of rural life. As a 50 something father, it wasn’t hard to step into Lewis’s skin and observe the beauty of a daughter blossoming into a capable, strong and independent woman. As a 50 something husband, the unintended drift away from his wife caused by press and pull of circumstance, reminds me of some work I dearly need to do.
Nop, Stink, Bit and the other canine characters convey essential…well…doggness. Some would pin McCaig with anthropomorphizing. I find his portrayal a subtle (and sometimes not so) and intuitive representation of canine behavior. I now can’t help but look over at Cerb, dozing on the couch with one eye open and observing me type, and wonder “what the heck are you thinking…and why?
So, to restate my earlier assessment; I loved this book. Perhaps this is because, as with the character Nop, this history is in my DNA. My granddad’s south eastern Ohio farmhouse is there. The simplicity and frugality of my mom’s depression era childhood is there. Precious things that I am all-to-quickly losing are there. I’ll keep this book to help me remember.