A talking crow, people calling Mount Hood by its native name, Wy’East, and a fictional community I swear I’ve been to, all make this one of the best books I’ve read in a long time.
Doyle captures the spirit of the Oregon Coast, part tourist trap, part remnant of ancient Native American villages, a place where people live and die far from city life. If you don’t fall in love with Cedar and his strange sense and sensitivities, check yourself for a pulse.
Reading Doyle’s poetic narrative prose is like putting melted chocolate bars in your coffee.
Wake up and read Mink River. You’ll thank me.