Death is a recurring theme in this follow-up to Woiwode’s earlier memoir, What I Think I Did: the death of his mother at an early age; a farming accident that nearly cost him his life; the death of his father and his coming to terms with the legacy his father left him; and the near death of his son Joseph, to whom much of this memoir is addressed. Woiwode ruminates about aging too: “The glory of youth is the fire of its passion. The glory of age is its ability to bank that fire.” Woiwode weaves into his narrative reflections on his own writing life, anecdotes about other well-known authors who were his acquaintances, and warm regards for his editor William Maxwell, who also lost his mother as a young child. Glimpses of his faith also surface.


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