An outrageous outdoor adventure heightened by ribald humor, violence, sex, pitch-perfect dialogue, unforgettably eccentric characters, and a riveting plot.
This book was part II in the saga of my attempting to read narratives about canoeing while I work on saving up enough for my own canoe. This installment didn't really teach me too much about canoeing, but it did give me a serious hankering to go fishing and hunting. The previous episode in said saga was of course the ill fated Deep Water Passage. The good news is that Gitche Gumee surpases Passage in literally every single sense imagineable. The bad news is that it is both styllistically and thematically a mess, albeit a well meaning one. Had it included only the passages about fishing and hunting, it would have been an extremely enjoyable read. Instead it spends its time attempting to mythologize larger than life characters that really aren't all that interesting and playing chicken (and losing) with making deep psychological observations about men of the immediately pre-boomer generation.
The book is devided into three parts: two large main parts split by a brief interlude. The middle part is a fairly realistic, moderately poignant, story of life in the marines during the Korean War. The main parts are both, presumably, supposed to be psychologically-insightful-yet-comedic looks into the lives of two men, first at the end of their youth, and then towards the end of it all. Unfortunately, the book strays a little too far into what I like to call the uncanny valley of fiction: you can stray as far from reality as you want, but once you get a certain distance beyond believability, you need to start putting up signposts to acknowledge it. These can be fusion powered lasers, conversations with dead relatives, or rabbits with stop watches. What matters is that they clearly indicate to the reader that the rules have been left behind, and that you are now free to move about the cabin. Unfortunately, the closest that Gitche Gumee ever gets to such things is the inclusion of a mythically over-sized brown trout in the first 50 pages.
Both of the two big chunks suffer seriously from this fault. Both spend most of their time setting up cartoonishly violent-yet-harmless encounters with sadly unthreatening villains. Intersperesed, sort of oddly, with the bigger elements of the two plots is a vast buffet of filler bits: awkwardly vulgar-yet-non-nondescript sex, flashes forward and backward to the Korean War, half hearted attempts to find meaning in death and divorce, and some truly fantastic sports writing. The psychology is probably the most distracting and irritating part of the book. Jones seems fine acknowledging the fact that materialism leads to empty lives; and that refusing to cope with the psychological scars of war will leave you an alcoholic whose family won't talk to them. What he utterly fails to do though, is examine the actual meaning of these things, or what causes them, or what to do about them.
The one thing that the book does do supremely well, is talk about fishing and bird hunting in a way that makes it sound fantastically romantic and appealing. Never have I wanted to learn fly fishing more, or had a more urgent need to buy a fowling shotgun, than I did in the middle of this book. Its a short enough read, that I suppose I would recommend the book to anyone who cares about fishing based solely on these passages, but I would also heartily recommend skipping all the boring river chases, gunfights and psychological navel gazing.
This is a really entertaining novel that spans nearly the lifetime of the characters involving fly fishing, game bird hunting, encountering and surviving horrific war time service and a nearly end of life return to an earlier adventure to Lake Superior. The novel ends with much that needs to be concluded so I wonder if there is to be a sequel?
Although a bit chaotic even as there is distinctly a section that focuses more on the reflections of a trip by one of two young men, then a central short section that wasn't entirely needed, and a 3rd section that focuses more on the reflection of the 2nd man of a return trip. But, the writing of natural wild exploration of youth and aged was well-done and to be enjoyed I think.
This is a dreamy, thoughtful, and meditative story. It is told from many different points of view about two friends, coming of age, and how their lives turned out versus what they expected what happened to them. The narrator is excellent. Listening to this made me yearn for the carefree summers of my own childhood.
Read this maybe 15 years ago and liked it. Barely got past 50 pages this time. Got tired of hearing about sardine and peanut butter sandwiches at least a dozen times in 50 pages. Can't quite believe you can see fish swimming in 10 feet of water at night? They know a bear is going to come and wreck their camp, so they leave, and let the bear come and destroy the camp? The canoe is overloaded from the beginning, but there is still room for an overweight woman and a bunch more stuff on their first escape from the robbers? The story is just outside the line of believability to begin with and keeps getting farther fetched. I just don't have the patience for this kind of writing anymore.
Takes place in Wisconsin! Two older men take one last paddle trip down a river in Wisconsin, and run into all sorts of crazy trouble along the way. Kind of like T.C. Boyle or Carl Hiassen. Loved it!