Into the Twilight, Endlessly Grousing [NOOK Book]

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Like Twain -- or more contemporary humorists Dave Barry and Garrison Keillor -- Patrick McManus shares the belief that life's eternal verities exist primarily to be overturned. In McManus's world, all steaks should be chicken-fried, strong coffee is drunk by the light of a campfire, and fishing trips consist of men acting like boys and boys behaving like the small animals we've always assumed they were.

In this, the tenth hilarious collection ...
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Overview

Like Twain -- or more contemporary humorists Dave Barry and Garrison Keillor -- Patrick McManus shares the belief that life's eternal verities exist primarily to be overturned. In McManus's world, all steaks should be chicken-fried, strong coffee is drunk by the light of a campfire, and fishing trips consist of men acting like boys and boys behaving like the small animals we've always assumed they were.

In this, the tenth hilarious collection of his adventures, wry observations, and curmudgeonly calls for bigger and bigger fish stories, McManus takes on everything from an Idaho crime wave to his friend Dolph's atomic-powered huckleberry picker to the uncertain joys of standing waist-deep in icy water, watching the fish go by.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Few have extracted more humor from the out-of-doors than McManus The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw, who here presents his 13th collection of columns, most of them reprinted from Outdoor Life. His humor recalls Thurber's dictum about scenes of chaos and confusion that are remembered in moments of calm. There are wild tales of an injured associate strapped to a stretcher whose carriers took to the trees when a grizzly appeared; a July 4th when the young McManus dropped an outsize but unlit firecracker down his stepfather's waders; his brother-in-law's electric huckleberry-picking machine that came to grief at a critical juncture; and his uncle's beard, which got caught in the belt of the rather proper town librarian as she was leaving the movies. Also included are parodies of the private-eye genre and a profusion of pithy one-liners, such as "Eighty-seven percent of all conversations between friends are based on shared ignorance.... That's the reason so many friendships last a lifetime." With laughs throughout, this is a dandy anthology. Oct.
Library Journal
More McManus humorboosted by a 21-city author tour.
Kirkus Reviews
There are, we know, regular woodland verities: the cry of a loon across a lake, the bellow of an elk on a starlit mountain, and various other calls of nature. Add to the list of recurrent natural events the humorous essays of McManus (How I Got This Way, 1994, etc.), the resident clown/scholar of Outdoor Life.

McManus is ably supported in his less-than-credible buffoonery and outdoor adventures by a long-running stock company of rubes, including Rancid Crabtree, Eddie Muldoon, and Retch Sweeney. His droll essays remain generally entertaining and slick, though there are some signs of immoderate literary heavy-lifting in his 13th collection. Mountain man Crabtree's hillbilly dialect seems to be thickening sufficiently to double for the vaudeville patois of Dogpatch. There are times when McManus's comic descriptions of hunting and fishing pratfalls seem forced. Readers may be surprised by the more wistful tone of some of the recent tales by our hayseed Hemingway. There is, for example, a sweet elegy on angling for the dream fish. The elegiac tone is most evident in McManus's reveries of his idyllic (if disaster-prone) childhood during the Depression. Judging by the recollections included here, one may reasonably surmise that his childhood resembled that of the "Little Rascals," including a scrappy gang of friends and a nubile teacher with dimpled knees. Only rarely does Pat let a fact get in the way of his musings. One occasion: He was once hired as a university English instructor. That, he hastens to reassure us before we begin to take him too seriously, was "solely on the basis that I smoked a pipe."

It may be that after another dozen or so books like this, old Pat's cow won't milk any more. Meanwhile, more huntin' and fishin' country humor for old fans and new urban owners of utility vehicles.

From the Publisher
The New York Times Everybody should read Patrick McManus.

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution Describing Patrick McManus as an outdoor humorist is like saying Mark Twain wrote books about small boys.

The Atlantic Patrick McManus is a treasure.

People A style that brings to mind Mark Twain, Art Buchwald, and Garrison Keillor.

Detroit Free Press McManus is today's most gifted outdoor humorist.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439127339
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 5/11/2010
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 230,406
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Patrick F. McManus is a renowned outdoor writer, humorist, and longtime columnist for Outdoor Life and Field & Stream. His most recent Sheriff Bo Tully mysteries are The Double-Jack Murders and Avalanche. He is the author of many other books, including such runaway New York Times bestsellers as The Grasshopper Trap, The Night the Bear Ate Goombaw, and Real Ponies Don't Go Oink! He lives in Spokane, Washington.
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The Boy

Sometimes I'd take the boy fishing. He was not my boy but somebody else's, and that was good, his appetite and the cost of food being what they were. Mostly, I used him to hold down the bow of my canoe, instead of the bags of lead shot I usually employed for that purpose. He was smarter than the lead shot but not so much you would notice.

"I wonder what causes the tides," he said once.

"The moon," I told him.

"The moon!" he cried, doubling over with laughter. "You expect me to believe that? You must think I'm stupid!"

I treated myself to a thoughtful pause.

"The earth is round," I said.

"So?" he said. "Everybody knows that."

"Just checking," I said.

The boy was about sixteen that year, the year I used him for lead shot. Whenever he ran out of money, which was often, he would come over to my cabin on the river and work for me. Mostly, I would have him dig holes in the ground. When you own a cabin on a river, you always have need for lots of holes in the ground. I enjoyed listening to him complain about the pay, because then I knew I wasn't paying him too much. I prefer to err on the side of not enough, because it is wrong to spoil youngsters by paying them too much.

Whenever he complained about the pay, I would tell him about my first job. I was fourteen and worked for a farmer all one summer digging holes in the ground. The farmer was so cruel and sadistic that he had probably once been a commandant in charge of a slave labor camp. But I was the only one who suspected his previous employment. Everyone else thought he was a fair and decent and good-hearted man. But they didn't dig holes for him.

"Vork! Vork!" the farmer would scream at me.

About once a week I would get mad and resign my position. Then the farmer would come and tell my mother what a fine worker I was and that he wanted me back to dig more holes. He told her that my work habits had improved greatly under his supervision, and now my pace was such that he could often detect movement with the naked eye. So Mom would make me go back to digging holes.

"Vork! Vork!" the farmer would scream.

By the end of summer, I hadn't earned quite enough money to buy my first deer rifle. The farmer gave me a bonus to make up the difference! I was astounded. Furthermore, I became the only person he would let hunt deer on his property, because I had been such a good and loyal worker and also because there were no deer there.

"So," I said to the boy, "do you see the moral to this story?"

"No," he said. "It's a boring story and I don't want to hear it ever again."

"Vork! Vork!" I shouted at him.

Sometimes, when the fishing was good, I would go out in the canoe almost every morning. I would get up very early and rush down to the river still buttoning my shirt, but the boy would be there already, waiting. I suspected he slept in the canoe, just so I couldn't slip away without him. We would paddle off to fish the channels that flowed between the islands where the river merged with the lake. As we paddled along we would exchange our theories about the purpose of human life. My theory was that the purpose of life was to perfect ourselves through learning and discipline in order to fulfill our cosmic responsibilities as part of the self-consciousness of the universe. He thought the purpose of human life was for him to buy a car.

At the beginning of summer, the boy knew nothing about fishing, but by July he knew everything and had begun to advise me.

"That fly you're tying on is too big," he'd say. "Better go to a sixteen. And switch to a black gnat."

"How do you know all this?" I said.

"It's easy," he said. "I think like a fish."

"I can't argue with that," I said.

He enjoyed teasing me, because now he almost always caught more fish than I did. I would chuckle good-naturedly, swack the water just so with the paddle, and soak him to the skin.

The boy had a talent for getting on my nerves. I could remember how peaceful it had once been, when I was a solitary paddler, slipping quietly along the channels between the islands, doing everything just right, becoming one with nature and the mosquitoes and deerflies. But now the boy was always there, yakking, advising me on fishing technique, philosophizing about cars, complaining about the lunch I'd brought along and the pay he was getting for digging holes.

And then one morning he wasn't waiting for me at the canoe. He didn't come the next morning either. Or the following week. It was a relief. I was glad to be rid of him. Having nothing else to do, I asked around about him the next time I was in town. Most folks had no idea who he was, but the lady who runs the grocery said she thought he lived out on such-and-such road. Still having nothing else to do, I drove out the road and found an ancient mobile home approaching terminal depreciation, under some scraggly pines. No one was home. A man stood watching me over a nearby fence.

"They's gone," he said. "Just packed up and left one day. Headed for Oklahoma. I'm from Oklahoma myself."

"Oklahoma," I said. "Any fishing there?"

"Good fishin'."

"I'm glad to hear it."

I went out fishing the next morning but it wasn't the same. A boy works a whole lot better than bags of lead shot for holding down the bow of a canoe, no question about it.

About a week later, another boy showed up at my cabin, apparently having heard I was short a boy. He was a redheaded kid with glasses that kept slipping down his freckled nose.

"I hear you got some work here," he said.

"I do," I said.

"What's the pay?"

I told him. He managed to stifle any hint of elation.

"What's the work?"

"I got all these holes I need filled up."

"I guess I can do that." He watched me for a moment, pushing his glasses back up his freckled nose. "What you doin' there to your canoe?"

"Nothing much," I said. "Just removing some bags of lead shot from the bow."

Copyright © 1997 by Patrick F. McManus
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Table of Contents


Contents

The Boy

Mountain Men

Smoke!

Sam Spud and the Case of the Maltese Fly

Other Than That, Bostich...

The Chicken-Fried Club

Into the Twilight, Endlessly Grousing

Dream Fish

Will

Crime Wave

Attack of the Stamp People

Big Ben

Roast Beef

The Fly Rod

The Stupidity Alarm

Work and Other Horrors

The Dangers of Light Tackle

Faint Heart

Mrs. Peabody II

Cereal Crime

Pickers

My Fishing Trip with Ernie

For Crying Out Loud!

Fan Mail

Bike Ride

Uncle Flynn's Hairy Adventure

Hunting the Wily Avid
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  • Posted October 25, 2011

    Great Stuff a must read

    I just love the writings of Patrick McManus, he is both funny and entertaining and keeps you going with each turn of the page. I have almost all his books and if I don't, then I am trying to buy it. Please delve into one of his books and I am sure you will be hooked.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2007

    We need more McManus!

    I rareley laugh out loud when I read. While reading this I laughed so hard I teared, snorted, screamed and possibly had a brief out of body experience. The first book of Pat's I read made me laugh. Every time I read a new book or reread an old one I just thought it got funnier and funnier. I can't wait to review them all. The more you understand how he writes the funnier it gets. To some of the folks I know, I can't even mention his name for fear that they will explode with laughter. This book talks about the terrible crime wave which left a whole town with ...news. Also discussed are topics such as Beards, Laziness, Pipes, secret junk food clubs, fishing, life-saving techniques and imagining you're eating roast beef. Sure if you hunt and or fish or camp-it would help you laugh at these stories, however my own grandmother thinks he's hilarious and does none of these. You can't go wrong either way. Even if you have never killed a poor defenseless Avid! Ha! You've got to laugh. If you like trouble, then buy this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2007

    Best Author in the World

    ¿Into The Twilight Endlessly Grousing¿ was a great and funny book. It was written by one of my favorite modern authors. McManus is one of America's best writers, in my opinion at least. The book was not quiet as good as some of his earlier works however was still an overall good and comical book.

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    Hey bro

    Bomb Shell tattoo,Lethal injectin i got my ears and tongue pierced its painfu

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2012

    The premier outdoor humorist of our time

    McManus is undoubtedly the premier outdoor humorist of our time and is eminently readable and funny even if you are not an outdoorsperson. His work is laugh-out-loud humorous with resorting to vulgarity in either subject matter or language (aside from Rancid Crabtree, who is just plain smelly). McManus should be standard reading in universities as an introduction to this most neglected of literary genres, the comedic short story. Professors can teach McManus with no more necessary preparation than a pipe and a bemused look. The students will do the rest.

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