A boisterous, eloquent meditation on youth, nature, America, poetry, and what it means to live with an open though often wounded heart
Having abandoned Manhattan after too many heatless apartments, nameless women, and drunken nights, Swanson now finds himself back in the wilderness of northern Michigan. Roaming the woods in the hope that he might catch a glimpse of one of the rare wild wolves that prowl the territory, Swanson pauses often for retrospection, recalling his many wild evenings prowling across the United States.
“An epic storyteller who deals in great vistas and vast distances.â€â€”The New York Times Book Review