A review by dbjorlin
Barkskins, by Annie Proulx

3.0

As is so often said, I really wanted to like this book. And while parts of the book were compelling, when Proulx begins her polmeical ax-grinding (pun intended), her characters become flat caricatures that seem more straw men than living, breathing human beings. It's hard to find interest in a narrative littered with so many straw men, even when you (like myself) agree with the basic conservation argument.