Scott's review
Listening to the River by Malachi Mccormick
Scott's review
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bookshelves: bio-autobio, fly-fishing, nonfiction, reviewed
recommended for: those interested in memoirs, ireland, outdoors, fathers, sons
status: Read in September, 2008, read count: 1
rating:
bookshelves: bio-autobio, fly-fishing, nonfiction, reviewed
recommended for: those interested in memoirs, ireland, outdoors, fathers, sons
status: Read in September, 2008, read count: 1
Handmade book from The Stone street Press http://stonestreetpress.com/
Listening to the River is a slim volume (52pp), handmade by McCormick. It is stated as limited to 595 editions, but the reviewed copy is numbered 708. It is Japanese four hole binding.
This is a memoir of Malachi McCormick’s childhood in Ireland. It focuses on his father during one summer of McCormick’s childhood. It was originally written as a letter to a younger brother, but eventually grew into this memoir.
Malachi’s father was an avid fly fisherman. His entire four week holiday was spent during the summer along the banks of the River Suir in Ballysteen. The elder McCormick would pack his boys and his fly rods and head to “The Hut,” their humble abode 30 feet from the river. The boys engaged in the idyllic boyhood pastimes of exploring and skinny dipping while the father fly fished or tied flies,
The summer written about was o...more
Listening to the River is a slim volume (52pp), handmade by McCormick. It is stated as limited to 595 editions, but the reviewed copy is numbered 708. It is Japanese four hole binding.
This is a memoir of Malachi McCormick’s childhood in Ireland. It focuses on his father during one summer of McCormick’s childhood. It was originally written as a letter to a younger brother, but eventually grew into this memoir.
Malachi’s father was an avid fly fisherman. His entire four week holiday was spent during the summer along the banks of the River Suir in Ballysteen. The elder McCormick would pack his boys and his fly rods and head to “The Hut,” their humble abode 30 feet from the river. The boys engaged in the idyllic boyhood pastimes of exploring and skinny dipping while the father fly fished or tied flies,
The summer written about was o...more
