I wonder what my father saw in his most secret sight of the right life. It's my guess he wanted to live out his life surrounded by friends and children and fertile fields of his own designing. I tihnk he wanted to die believing he had been in one the creation of a good sweet place. Those old pilgrims believed stories in which the West was a promise, a far away place where decent people could escape the wreckage of the old world and start over. Come to me, the dream whispers, and you can have one more chance.
William KittredgeI had discovered a terrible vulnerability I myself which I think of not as cowardliness but as an ability to imagine too much.
William KittredgeI wonder what my father saw in his most secret sight of the right life. It's my guess he wanted to live out his life surrounded by friends and children and fertile fields of his own designing. I tihnk he wanted to die believing he had been in one the creation of a good sweet place. Those old pilgrims believed stories in which the West was a promise, a far away place where decent people could escape the wreckage of the old world and start over. Come to me, the dream whispers, and you can have one more chance.
William KittredgeDon't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means.
William KittredgeOne of finest evocations of life in Western America in recent memory... Powerful and profoundly moving.
William Kittredge