The book I forgot to mention (Why? How?) is The Way West by A.B. Guthrie, who also wrote a prequel, The Big Sky, as well as the screenplay for the 1953 classic movie Shane.
The Way West is about settlers in a wagon train going from Missouri to Oregon. It’s the 1950 Pulitzer fiction winner, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy it tremendously. The good vibes started back in that magnificent Barnes & Noble in St. Louis where I unexpectedly stumbled onto so many bookish treasures. [Insert dreamy reverie here]
I thought this novel had gone missing, then I found it in one of the many pockets on my suitcase. My sigh of relief turned to a sigh of annoyance as I realized that I’d hurriedly jammed the book into the pocket with some smaller items and accidentally creased the front cover. There’s a sepia-toned photograph of a wagon train on the cover so the crease barely shows, but I can feel it when I’m holding the book. So irritating.
I’ve only paged through a little bit, but words and phrases keep attaching themselves to my eye. This one probably won’t be on the TBR shelf long. From just a cursory look at the prose style, I wonder if A.B. Guthrie (1901-1991) was one of Larry McMurtry’s influences.