A River Runs Through It and Other Stories, Twenty-fifth Anniversary Edition [NOOK Book]

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Just as Norman Maclean writes at the end of "A River Runs through It" that he is "haunted by waters," so have readers been haunted by his novella. A retired English professor who began writing fiction at the age of 70, Maclean produced what is now recognized as one of the classic American stories of the twentieth century. Originally published in 1976, A River Runs through It and Other Stories now celebrates its twenty-fifth anniversary, marked ...
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Overview

Just as Norman Maclean writes at the end of "A River Runs through It" that he is "haunted by waters," so have readers been haunted by his novella. A retired English professor who began writing fiction at the age of 70, Maclean produced what is now recognized as one of the classic American stories of the twentieth century. Originally published in 1976, A River Runs through It and Other Stories now celebrates its twenty-fifth anniversary, marked by this new edition that includes a foreword by Annie Proulx.

Maclean grew up in the western Rocky Mountains in the first decades of the twentieth century. As a young man he worked many summers in logging camps and for the United States Forest Service. The two novellas and short story in this collection are based on his own experiences—the experiences of a young man who found that life was only a step from art in its structures and beauty. The beauty he found was in reality, and so he leaves a careful record of what it was like to work in the woods when it was still a world of horse and hand and foot, without power saws, "cats," or four-wheel drives. Populated with drunks, loggers, card sharks, and whores, and set in the small towns and surrounding trout streams and mountains of western Montana, the stories concern themselves with the complexities of fly fishing, logging, fighting forest fires, playing cribbage, and being a husband, a son, and a father.

By turns raunchy, poignant, caustic, and elegiac, these are superb tales which express, in Maclean's own words, "a little of the love I have for the earth as it goes by." A first offering from a 70-year-old writer, the basis of a top-grossing movie, and the first original fiction published by the University of Chicago Press, A River Runs through It and Other Stories has sold more than a million copies. As Proulx writes in her foreword to this new edition, "In 1990 Norman Maclean died in body, but for hundreds of thousands of readers he will live as long as fish swim and books are made."

From its first sentence to the last, this novella by Norman Maclean will captivate readers with its vivid images of the Blackfoot River, its tender yet realistic renderings of Maclean's father and brother and its uncanny blending of fly fishing with the affections of the heart. "Wise, witty, wonderful . . ."--Publishers Weekly.

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Library Journal
One of the best-selling audiotapes ever, this title became hard to find recently, as it fell victim to a series of buyouts of various publishers. HighBridge is putting a new cover on this classic reading by Ivan Doig, Montana native and author of This House of Sky. Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Alfred Kazin
Altogether beautiful in the power of its feelings....As beautiful as anything in Thoreau or Hemingway. -- Chicago Tribune Book World
Roger Sale
It is an enchanted tale....I have read the story three times now and each time it seems fuller. -- The New York Review of Books
Dale Burk
One of the most sensitive and beautiful writers I've ever read.
— Dale Burk,Missoulian
James R. Frakes
Maclean's voice-acerbic, laconic, deadpan-rings out of a rich American tradition…I love its sound.
— James R. Frakes,New York Times
Barbara Bannon
The title novella is the prize…Something unique and marvelous: a story that is at once an evocation of nature's miracles and realities and a probing of human mysteries. Wise, witty, wonderful, Maclean spins his tales, casts his flies, fishes the rivers and the woods for what he remembers from his youth in the Rockies.
— Barbara Bannon,Publisher's Weekly
Nation

"[Maclean] would go to his grave secure in the knowledge that anyone who''d fished with a fly in the Rockies and read his novella on the how and why of it believed it to be the best such manual on the art ever written--a remarkable feat for a piece of prose that also stands as a masterwork in the art of tragic writing."

— Philip Connors

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780226500775
  • Publisher: University of Chicago Press
  • Publication date: 8/14/2009
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 25
  • Pages: 239
  • Sales rank: 41,111
  • File size: 589 KB

Meet the Author

Norman Maclean (1902-1990), woodsman, scholar, teacher, and storyteller, grew up in the Western Rocky Mountains of Montana and worked for many years in logging camps and for the United States Forestry Service before beginning his academic career. He was the William Rainey Harper Professor of English at the University of Chicago until 1973.
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A River Runs Through It



By Norman Maclean


University of Chicago Press



Copyright © 2003


University of Chicago
All right reserved.


ISBN: 0-226-50066-7





Chapter One


In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our
father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own
flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being
fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all
first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that
John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

It is true that one day a week was given over wholly to religion. On
Sunday mornings my brother, Paul, and I went to Sunday school and then to
"morning services" to hear our father preach and in the evenings to
Christian Endeavor and afterwards to "evening services" to hear our father
preach again. In between on Sunday afternoons we had to study The
Westminster Shorter Catechism
for an hour and then recite before we could
walk the hills with him while he unwound between services. But he never
asked us more than the first question in the catechism, "What is the chief
end of man?" And we answered together so one of us could carry on if the
other forgot, "Man's chief end is to glorify God, andto enjoy Him
forever." This always seemed to satisfy him, as indeed such a beautiful
answer should have, and besides he was anxious to be on the hills where he
could restore his soul and be filled again to overflowing for the evening
sermon. His chief way of recharging himself was to recite to us from the
sermon that was coming, enriched here and there with selections from the
most successful passages of his morning sermon.

Even so, in a typical week of our childhood Paul and I probably received
as many hours of instruction in fly fishing as we did in all other
spiritual matters.

After my brother and I became good fishermen, we realized that our father
was not a great fly caster, but he was accurate and stylish and wore a
glove on his casting hand. As he buttoned his glove in preparation to
giving us a lesson, he would say, "It is an art that is performed on a
four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."

As a Scot and a Presbyterian, my father believed that man by nature was a
mess and had fallen from an original state of grace. Somehow, I early
developed the notion that he had done this by falling from a tree. As for
my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he
certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's
rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many
Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful."

After he buttoned his glove, he would hold his rod straight out in front
of him, where it trembled with the beating of his heart. Although it was
eight and a half feet long, it weighed only four and a half ounces. It was
made of split bamboo cane from the far-off Bay of Tonkin. It was wrapped
with red and blue silk thread, and the wrappings were carefully spaced to
make the delicate rod powerful but not so stiff it could not tremble.

Always it was to be called a rod. If someone called it a pole, my father
looked at him as a sergeant in the United States Marines would look at a
recruit who had just called a rifle a gun.

My brother and I would have preferred to start learning how to fish by
going out and catching a few, omitting entirely anything difficult or
technical in the way of preparation that would take away from the fun. But
it wasn't by way of fun that we were introduced to our father's art. If
our father had had his say, nobody who did not know how to fish would be
allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him. So you too will have to
approach the art Marine and Presbyterian-style, and, if you have never
picked up a fly rod before, you will soon find it factually and
theologically true that man by nature is a damn mess. The
four-and-a-half-ounce thing in silk wrappings that trembles with the
underskin motions of the flesh becomes a stick without brains, refusing
anything simple that is wanted of it. All that a rod has to do is lift the
line, the leader, and the fly off the water, give them a good toss over
the head, and then shoot them forward so they will land in the water
without a splash in the following order: fly, transparent leader, and then
the line-otherwise the fish will see the fly is a fake and be gone. Of
course, there are special casts that anyone could predict would be
difficult, and they require artistry-casts where the line can't go over
the fisherman's head because cliffs or trees are immediately behind,
sideways casts to get the fly under overhanging willows, and so on. But
what's remarkable about just a straight cast-just picking up a rod with a
line on it and tossing the line across the river?

Well, until man is redeemed he will always take a fly rod too far back,
just as natural man always overswings with an ax or golf club and loses
all his power somewhere in the air: only with a rod it's worse, because
the fly often comes so far back it gets caught behind in a bush or rock.
When my father said it was an art that ended at two o'clock, he often
added, "closer to ten than to two," meaning that the rod should be taken
back only slightly farther than overhead (straight overhead being twelve
o'clock).

Then, since it is natural for man to try to attain power without
recovering grace, he whips the line back and forth making it whistle each
way, and sometimes even snapping off the fly from the leader, but the
power that was going to transport the little fly across the river somehow
gets diverted into building a bird's nest of line, leader, and fly that
falls out of the air into the water about ten feet in front of the
fisherman. If, though, he pictures the round trip of the line, transparent
leader, and fly from the time they leave the water until their return,
they are easier to cast. They naturally come off the water heavy line
first and in front, and light transparent leader and fly trailing behind.
But, as they pass overhead, they have to have a little beat of time so the
light, transparent leader and fly can catch up to the heavy line now
starting forward and again fall behind it; otherwise, the line starting on
its return trip will collide with the leader and fly still on their way
up, and the mess will be the bird's nest that splashes into the water ten
feet in front of the fisherman.

Almost the moment, however, that the forward order of line, leader, and
fly is reestablished, it has to be reversed, because the fly and
transparent leader must be ahead of the heavy line when they settle on the
water. If what the fish sees is highly visible line, what the fisherman
will see are departing black darts, and he might as well start for the
next hole. High overhead, then, on the forward cast (at about ten o'clock)
the fisherman checks again.

The four-count rhythm, of course, is functional. The one count takes the
line, leader, and fly off the water; the two count tosses them seemingly
straight into the sky; the three count was my father's way of saying that
at the top the leader and fly have to be given a little beat of time to
get behind the line as it is starting forward; the four count means put on
the power and throw the line into the rod until you reach ten o'clock-then
check-cast, let the fly and leader get ahead of the line, and coast to a
soft and perfect landing. Power comes not from power everywhere, but from
knowing where to put it on. "Remember," as my father kept saying, "it is
an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two
o'clock."

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe.
To him, all good things-trout as well as eternal salvation-come by grace
and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.

So my brother and I learned to cast Presbyterian-style, on a metronome. It
was mother's metronome, which father had taken from the top of the piano
in town. She would occasionally peer down to the dock from the front porch
of the cabin, wondering nervously whether her metronome could float if it
had to. When she became so overwrought that she thumped down the dock to
reclaim it, my father would clap out the four-count rhythm with his cupped
hands.

Eventually, he introduced us to literature on the subject. He tried always
to say something stylish as he buttoned the glove on his casting hand.
"Izaak Walton," he told us when my brother was thirteen or fourteen, "is
not a respectable writer. He was an Episcopalian and a bait fisherman."
Although Paul was three years younger than I was, he was already far ahead
of me in anything relating to fishing and it was he who first found a copy
of The Compleat Angler and reported back to me, "The bastard doesn't even
know how to spell 'complete.' Besides, he has songs to sing to
dairymaids." I borrowed his copy, and reported back to him, "Some of those
songs are pretty good." He said, "Whoever saw a dairymaid on the Big
Blackfoot River?

"I would like," he said, "to get him for a day's fishing on the Big
Blackfoot-with a bet on the side."

The boy was very angry, and there has never been a doubt in my mind that
the boy would have taken the Episcopalian money.

When you are in your teens-maybe throughout your life-being three years
older than your brother often makes you feel he is a boy. However, I knew
already that he was going to be a master with a rod. He had those extra
things besides fine training-genius, luck, and plenty of self-confidence.
Even at this age he liked to bet on himself against anybody who would fish
with him, including me, his older brother. It was sometimes funny and
sometimes not so funny, to see a boy always wanting to bet on himself and
almost sure to win. Although I was three years older, I did not yet feel
old enough to bet. Betting, I assumed, was for men who wore straw hats on
the backs of their heads. So I was confused and embarrassed the first
couple of times he asked me if I didn't want "a small bet on the side just
to make things interesting." The third time he asked me must have made me
angry because he never again spoke to me about money, not even about
borrowing a few dollars when he was having real money problems.

We had to be very careful in dealing with each other. I often thought of
him as a boy, but I never could treat him that way. He was never "my kid
brother." He was a master of an art. He did not want any big brother
advice or money or help, and, in the end, I could not help him.

(Continues...)







Excerpted from A River Runs Through It
by Norman Maclean
Copyright © 2003
by University of Chicago.
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Table of Contents

Foreword
Acknowledgments
A River Runs through It
Logging and Pimping and "Your Pal, Jim"
USFS 1919: The Ranger, the Cook, and a Hole in the Sky
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2012

    Great literature; poor execution.

    This is one of my all time favorite novels, which is why the numerous misprints are so distracting. It's as though no one bothered to edit the e-book version. For example, thier are two obvious mistakes on the first page; the third and fourth sentences. It so frustrating to pay $10 for a 98 page book that is so full of errors that I have to go to my written version just to see how it's actually supposed to read.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2012

    Great vacation read.

    Read on a recent visit to the Yellowstone River in Montana. What a joy it was to read about the landscape we had emersed ourselfs in. It was hard to put down and I found myself finishing it in quiet sobs one morning before dawn. It haunted me for days.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2001

    THE MOST WELL WRITTEN BOOK OF ITS TIME

    This book was the most heartfelt and true-to-life book I have ever read. I could not stop reading it once I started.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 21, 2012

    Great book, some errors in e-book

    This is a wonderful book, but the conversion to e-book had faulty OCR, resulting in occasional nonsense words - for example, the title of the last story comes out "The Ranger, the Cook, and a Floic in the Sky"

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2004

    An Instant Memory for Years to come.

    Everytime I read this tale I fall deeper in love with the words of this wonderful and deeply profound book. The author did a wonderful, magnificent, excellent, boistourous job at writing it. A River Runs Through It is a book I could sit down and read every day. I love it so much. Snaps and Claps if you agree! Email me if you want to discuss the author and his work. Norman MacLean is the wonderful man responsible for this heart gripping book!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2004

    Great book and movie

    I loved the movie so I have decieded to buy the book and I loved that to. Beats any other book ever

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2012

    Wow life brings amazing things

    Someone who can bring any amazing thing like this to life is obviously a talented person with words norman can bring to life the experience of fly fishing to life sitting out there with a cool breeze brushing your face tension from the line running down your arm focusing completly on the still ripples in the water a flick of a fin and a spin of the reel the now lifeless fish lies dead on the damp grass
    Is this a good piece i was practicing writing tell me what u think just post a review saying what u think of my writing and nofmans

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2011

    Greatest piece of literary craftsmanship ever.

    A true artist totally in control of his medium.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 12, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    The Ties that Bind Us

    This is a story of two boys who grow up with the authority of a Presbyterian Minister. They were given the same instruction as children growing up and turned out so different. One was a daredevil determined to challenge the world. The other became a writer and reflective. The two of them could not have been any different.

    This novel shares how each of us have a built in path that has to be followed. It is the destiny of us all to fulfill and express our own uniqueness in the world. And yet, there was a tie that bound the two of these boys beyond their family ties. Both of them loved to fish. It was the one thing they loved to do together.

    This bond created a depth to their relationship enabeling a love that was unconditional in nature and allowed their different natures to blend into a unity that could not be explained. It could only be lived and expressed through this simple act of creating a world they both could live in "a river runs through it."

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2001

    A Masterpiece!

    A truly classic book. The book is a great story of life, love and loss. This is one to have on the book shelf. There is one line i love the most '...eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs thorugh it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood and runs over rocks from the basment of time...

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2014

    Rabbitpaw

    Purrs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2014

    Skypaw (Post!)

    Skypaw darts in and looks around.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2014

    Silverstorm to Blackclaws

    Rockkit is having an apprentice ceromony soon!!!!

    ;-);-);-)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Rabbitflame

    His ears perk up. "I sense it too."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Eclipseawn

    Pads in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    Windpaw

    You too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2014

    ☼ Sunpelt

    Uncovers his rabbit, picks up his vole, and pads back to camp.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014

    Willowpaw

    See res 1 ....... my first post.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2014

    Rainstorm

    Goes hunting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014

    Jayfur

    He nodded and followed her

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