Man this guy can write. The photography world has it’s share of what we will call shenanigans when it comes to the elite telling everyone else what is good or bad, but photography doesn’t hold a candle to the literary world. Wallace Stegner was a prolific writer, and he didn’t taper off as he got older he produced even more. But Stegner was viewed by many literary elite as a “Western writer.” His “Angle of Repose” wasn’t even reviewed by some of the elite and then…just…happened…to…win…the…Pulitzer. Oops. The Spectator Bird won The National Book Award. Pretty good for “just” a western guy. The Spector Bird is what I will call an iceberg book. It’s so small, tiny even. One of those “I can read this in a few hours,” books, and then you open it and have your mind blown. There is no fat. Just story, and what seems like a handful of scenes becomes so much more. An aging writer and his wife, California, a journal, Dennark, history, tragedy, travel and a few twists and then it’s all over. You are sucked in, turned inside out and left to wonder how someone can see the world like this. The detail and nuance of everyday life, and how it’s rife with drama we learn to ignore or deny.