Review by Booklist Review
Spring creeks (streams rising from subsurface aquifers) loom large in Leeson's angling life, even though less than one-thousandth of all trout water flows in them. This book's 15 essays explore the spring creeks that Lesson has fished in "Driftless country" on the Illinois-Wisconsin border, a region mysteriously spared alteration by the great Wisconsin glaciers. Although spring creeks and Wisconsin geography are somewhat arcane subjects, Leeson brings them alive with style and insight in this remarkable memoir, one of the last books edited by angling great Nick Lyons. Leeson's writing displays the same thoughtfulness and beauty evident in his first book, Habit of Rivers (1994), but this time the pace is faster, and there is more wit. Remarkably, there is no fishing in the book's first third, and when Leeson does describe his forays into the spring creeks, it is always without jargon and with a vivid sense of place and context. The text is peppered with allusions to books and films (Hemingway and Hitchcock's The Birds); marvelous reflections on Wisconsin farms, taverns, cows, and cheese; references to English writers Halford and Skues, also devotees of spring creeks; and even a touch of baseball. Like the best fishing books, his account transcends its topic; its audience should be not just those who read the great fishing writers (Lyons, Barich, Gierach) but also those who savor the nonfiction of Annie Dillard, John McPhee, and William Least Heat-Moon. --John Rowen
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
"It is a truism among anglers that the deepest affections attach to first waters. They become our private archetypes.... The images of people, the reflections of other times and places are mirrored in a silver surface, and fishing becomes a form of memory, and memory a form of return." Angling essayist and Oregon State University English professor Leeson's new collection of essays (after Habit of Rivers) returns to the waters he's known since childhood, the spring creeks in southern Wisconsin's pastoral "driftless country." The landscape is an Ice Age geologic anomaly, untouched by glaciers and composed of narrow valleys, coves, hollows and small creeks full of trout. Leeson's finely woven recollections and thoughtful meditations on the natural world drive these essays, as he considers everything from bees to Amish farms to the special qualities of trout fishermen. He recalls becoming a fishing fanatic at the age of 14, describes his favorite fishing companions (his brother and their old childhood friend, nicknamed "Lizard") and tells of a medieval custom called "beating the bounds," in which older villagers taught young boys the limits of their rural hamlet by banging their heads against trees and other boundary markers. Occasionally Leeson's reveries drift into vague sentimentality, but for the most part he keeps them grounded with anecdotes and facts about the natural history and geography of his native region. (July) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A prepossessing journey through Wisconsin's driftless area in search of fish-though not only fish-that's as pleasurably meandering as any of the spring creeks found there. In the southwest corner of Wisconsin lies the driftless area, where the glaciers, for reasons still not understood, failed to reach. Unlike the smoothed country surrounding it, the driftless area is punched, crumpled, and unleveled. Through it, a number of spring creeks run, lovely miniatures: immediate, vivid, intimate waters that Leeson (The Gift of Trout, 1996, etc.) makes it his job to get to know. And he does, acutely. The fish might have drawn him to these locales-to Jerusalem, Emerald, and Mariposa creeks, though the names are all changed to protect the innocent waterways-but it's not long before Leeson enters into a discriminating rapport with the entire landscape: the clarity, steadiness, and quiet beauty of the water; the hummingbirds; the jewelweed and wild mint; the lay of the land. He gets to know the place by beating the bounds, discerning the areas of specific streams and their environs as they fit his personal notion of perfection, then ranging out, "riding to the hounds of possibility," with fishing as the spur but not the real deal: The sense of place overrides the throwing of a line on water. Leeson chinks his story with bits and pieces of Midwest sociology and Wisconsin history, stories of his chums, and recountings of those particularly rare days on the streams that "transport us outside of ourselves and envelope us in a kind of perpetual present." These aren't the elite spring creeks of Pennsylvania, California, or Montana, but they well afford Leeson a chance to take his bearings and patrol the borders of his own sensibilities. They've made a humble transcendentalist memoir of a fly fisherman. A wonder-working landscape, appreciatively rendered.
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