Devoted friends of Lake Wobegon residents will surely welcome this opportunity to be filled in on what some of the gang has been up to and also to learn what Keillor himself has been doing and thinking since he closed down the Prairie Home Companion show in 1987. "I've been on the job and not sunning myself in Denmark," he tells us. And this new collection of 70 or so essays, stories, letters, and poems would seem to bear that out. They follow pretty closely the original Keillor recipe: a little shrewd observation, a slice of nostalgia, a dash of wit, laughter to taste, and a sprinkle of malice for piquancy. His topics are various--too various to particularize. Keillor is at his best, or his distinctive qualities have their freest scope, when he adds a touch of personal reminiscence to his themes. For discriminating palates.
Here are tales of love fumbled and recovered. Keillor tells us about the perils of fame, death, the subway, and of traveling with teenage children; of the dire fate awaiting America's smokers; of the moral qualities of orchestral instruments. And he writes of the pleasures of attending an Episcopal church, writing a letter, visiting Gettysburg, being named a sexy man by Playgirl, shooting baskets, baking his first pie, sitting on a porch, and being nineteen... A series of domestic verses embraces a touching elegy "In Memory of Our Car, Ralph," a poem on the joys of peeing, and other about postponing childhood mischief. Including pieces that have never appeared in print before, this is Garrison Keillor at his very best.
Possibly the best collection Keillor has ever published, largely because of the range of styles and topics. From poetry to essays to short stories, Keillor gets to show his chops not only as a humorist but as a really fine writer.
If you like Kellor , you will love this one~