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387 pages, Hardcover
First published August 8, 2012
My father was the best bartender who ever lived. No one really questioned that in a town like Gros Ventre, glad of any honor, or out in the lonely sheep camps and bunkhouses and other parched locations of the Two Medicine country, where the Medicine Lodge saloon was viewed as a nearly holy oasis.
In a culture obsessed with texting but careless about text, where a winner of the Pulitzer Prize tweets a story for the New Yorker in 140 characters at a time, what on Earth are we to make of this slow-paced new novel from 73-year-old Ivan Doig? The Bartender’s Tale works slowly, building up observations such as this one: “People come and go in our lives; that’s as old a story as there is. But some of them the heart cries out to keep forever, and that is a fresh saga every time.” That adds up to 158 characters right there – one an economical, old-fashioned semicolon – and I don’t know how a person could whittle away 18 of them without losing something essential.