The thing about a Peter Heller book is that from the first paragraph you FEEL like you are IN the book. And then you get a gut check knowing that the ideal world you want to exist in probably doesn’t. I read The River in two hours with a slowly growing sense of foreboding. You KNOW something ain’t gonna end well but the storytelling, character development, and location are so solid you just want to keep plugging.
And who doesn’t love a remote river, detailed fly fishing tech, canoe tech, and the beastly dominance of Mother Nature? And ya, there’s more but I’m not giving up the ghost. If you are a Heller fan I don’t need to say anything else. Okay, The Dog Stars. The Painter. Damnit I said I wasn’t going to do that.
Get it, read it.