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Non-fiction Pieces (i.e. book reviews)
*Originally published in the September 2014 Freshwater News*
It couldn’t have been a more perfect day on the Columbia River. The sun was shining and the wind was picking up little tufts on the water’s surface. I was about to have my first ride on a large sailboat, a Hunter 28.5 to be exact. There was quite a bit of hustle and bustle as we set to work preparing this large vessel. Winches were winched, sails were raised, bumpers were pulled in, and we set our course to sail the Columbia. We were in fact only one sailboat of many out on the Columbia that day, just one part of a majestic flock. Once we had settled into a calm glide down the river it was easy to see the comfortable camaraderie between the sailors on board. You wouldn’t even know that the majority of sailors had only met each other that day. Each sailor had their own unique story behind how they discovered sailing. It seems that sailing, like many hobbies, attracts people from all walks of life.
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The Plover by Brian Doyle is a unique kind of book. If you liked Mink River, this book is even better. Reading The Plover is kind of like having someone quietly whisper to your soul. Doyle writes with a stream-of-thought style, which makes you feel that you’re floating along with a vibrant and tangible dream, the best kind of dream, where you know if you try hard enough you can make yourself fly. This is one of those books that perfectly encapsulates why I love to read. It is a friendly voice who invites himself into your brain. You offer him a seat in a comfy armchair and bring him a warm cup of coffee in exchange for his story. And when the story is done, he will have to leave, and tears will fall down your face, but he will say it is the way it has to be, the way it has always been, and he will kiss you on the forehead and remind you, that really, he is not so far away, and goodbye is never forever. After he is gone, you will see his coffee cup resting on the side table, with the faint, tan stain of his lips, and you will know that his gentle voice is still a quiet whisper in your brain, if you really listen.
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