My Journey Begins Where the Road Ends

by Thomas Ford Conlan

Overview

Lovely nature writing.

A lyrical story through which the reader will rejoice in an uncommon life. From farms and baseball fields and tree-forts, to coming of age in the late sixties, to Alaska, the Caribbean, and commanding a Coast Guard Cutter in the great Lakes, commencing in a return to the simple earth, and the joy of fishing for brook trout, and tending grapevines.

"Deeply moving...told with all the tropes a good poet would use...Vivid description...a delightful sense of humor...a novelist's skill with scene and feel for dialogue..." - Cathy Smith Bowers, former Poet-laureate of North Carolina.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940159002808
Publisher:	Thomas Ford Conlan
Publication date:	06/12/2017
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	182
File size:	4 MB

About the Author

Tom Conlan lives, writes, and tends his grape vines in the highlands of Northern Michigan. He has captained a Coast Guard Cutter, sailed the world's lakes and oceans, and now searches for the elusive brook trout in backwater streams.

Tom's work has appeared in print in Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Issue #12, in the print Anthology, Puppy Love, in Tulip Tree Review, in the anthology, "The Water Holds No Scars," in QU Literary Review, and in The Avocet. His work was chosen as a finalist for the Annie Dillard Prize in the Bellingham Review.

His lyrical memoir "My Journey Begins Where the Road Ends..." was released in June, 2017, from Mission Point Press.

Tom attended the Iowa Writer's Workshop, holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Queens University of Charlotte, and a Master of Science from the US Naval Postgraduate School in Monterrey, California.

Editorial Reviews

"Back to the simple earth" - Tom Conlan comes by his love of the land naturally, generations after a beloved grandfather worked and saved to escape Detroit and move north. Conlan inherited that longing; he reveled in his boyhood of tree forts, baseball and Sloppy Joes, even as it was unfolding. He revels in it still, with graceful language and long thoughts, with good dogs, good horses, brook trout, and even better homemade wine.

Mardi Link

The first word that comes to mind is accessibility. The writing here is like a walk on one of those crisp autumn mornings Conlan writes about: enjoyable and too quickly over. The book is broken into sections, and within those sections, vignettes which stitch together the story of a well-traveled life, that passes into a different stage, but one that is equally interested. The author is a first rate storyteller, and I highly recommend this work.

Michael Brantley

"...close to being a prose poem...intense, lyrical nature writing."

Emily Gordon