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Harry Middleton had to endure hardships to find the queen mother of all trout streams in the heart of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. He had to live through treacherous mountain roads, the cloud of airborne industrial toxins that shrouds the range for most of the year, an occasional blast of lightning, and, worst of all, a helping of rancid potato salad at a roadside diner. Like Norman MacLean in
A River Runs Through It, Middleton makes fly-fishing a religion with its own vision of nirvana, and if it takes an occasional descent into the nether regions to attain it, the author isn't afraid to supply the grisly details. This graceful, funny memoir belongs in every angler's library.
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A nourishing, often eloquent book by nature writer Middleton (The Earth Is Enough, 1989), which brings to bubbling life the wonderful characters and streams he encounters in the majestic Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. Along the way he does a little fishing. "Angling is simply the best excuse. . .for investing as much time as possible in the mountains," writes Middleton. The actual fishing lore here is minimal; the emphasis is on the odd assortment of people, the natural and local history, and the ecology and imperiled beauty of the region. Once, along the banks of the Oconaluftee River, deliriously ill from food poisoning, Middleton was rescued by Exie Sopwith, a mountain woman who claimed to cure a "cough by eating little bits of spiderwebbing rolled into tiny balls." Though he cherishes solitude in the blue, cathedral-like Smokies, he also shares water with a fly-fishing fanatic, a Wall Street executive who attends A.A. meetings because he enjoys making contact with "other troubled human beings." Then there's Ambrose Noel, who wanders Hazel Creek with a prayer wheel, chanting an old Doors song; a young Cherokee who tells him, "You get education, jobs, housing. . . and we get our own trout water. Fair's fair"; Arby Mulligan, a self-styled John the Baptist who, as a practicing phrenologist, carries calipers and a rule, and heads the Owl Creek Gap Church of Universal Harmony. The descriptions of forest and rivers and the national park system in the 800-square-mile region include all the numbers - 50 species of mammals, 200 resident species of birds, 70 Species of fish, "more species of trees than in all Europe" - but are also touched with a resonance that brings to the writing something approaching poetry. A book to savor and to linger over. (Kirkus Reviews)
In "In On the Spine of Time, Harry Middleton takes the reader on an unforgettable fishing trip, full of quirky characters, magical streams, and the unique moods of ancient mountains and their hidden world. This book measures up to the extraordinary country it chronicles. --
Paul Schullery, author of Mountain Time and Searching for YellowstoneMiddleton has the novelist's skill at drawing characters; he has that old Southern storyteller's ear for language; above all he has a sense of humor. This is a splendid book in every respect. --
Page Stegner, author of Islands of the WestMiddleton's writings and reflections summon a deeper and more profound respect for the essential role that wilderness and mountains play on the human psyche. Populated with eccentric and engaging characters, Middleton recalls his encounters with humor and alongside his stirring depictions of the Smoky's scenic vistas and the wild places provide the solace of mountain streams, fast watertrout hooked and trout lost. On the Spine of Time will delight and engage anyone who ever held a pole in hand while hip deep in a pleasant stream while matching wits with a wily trout. --
Reviewers Bookwatch/The Midwest Book Review, February 1998 --
Reviewers Bookwatch/The Midwest Book Review, February 1998