A review by spiderfelt
Barkskins, by Annie Proulx
3.0
Barkskins reminded me of Annie Dillard's the Living, which seemed to be filled with more dying than anything else. Both stories chronicled generations of tragic characters, and complicated relationships with indigenous people.
While I liked this book, I didn't love it. Several of the storylines seemed incomplete, the characters one-dimensional. Considering the length of the book, it seems odd that the end didn't have the sense of completion, as if it was slapped on at the very end. I learned a lot about logging practices and the brutal, short lives of those who were forced into the work for lack of any other options.
While I liked this book, I didn't love it. Several of the storylines seemed incomplete, the characters one-dimensional. Considering the length of the book, it seems odd that the end didn't have the sense of completion, as if it was slapped on at the very end. I learned a lot about logging practices and the brutal, short lives of those who were forced into the work for lack of any other options.