My grandfather-in-law was a huge fan of James Oliver Curwood. When I'd visit my spouse-to-be at her parents' house in New Hampshire, he'd be sitting in a chair reading Curwood. So, I borrowed a copy or two and got interested as well. After he passed away, I inherited his collection of Curwood novels...
Oh.my.God! This is silly, and also appalling. What ever was I thinking? I blame it all on my spouse's grandfather, who introduced me to James Oliver Curwood some 49 years ago, when we had just begun courting. So, Jim Kent, a Mountie, lies in bed. He thinks he's dying, so confesses to having murdered...
My son's jazz trio plays a monthly gig at Cafe Chianti in Beverly, the first Tuesday of each month. At the October gig, I was sitting with his relatively new girlfriend. We were soon joined by a former school mate of theirs, Kathy Svirsky, who had spent something like seven years in Alaska. During b...
Back in the dark ages, I met a young woman whose grandfather was, by the time I met him at least, a cheerful old character who moved about living with one or another of his children. He was fond of sitting around reading "adventure" kinds of books, authored by the likes of James Oliver Curwood and Z...
Heartbreaking and beautiful. His books alway make me cry, but leave me feeling hopeful.
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