Fifteen years ago I discovered a little book called Neither Wolf Nor Dog, written by a guy called Kent Nerburn. This was long before Amazon even existed; I found it in a real old fashioned place called a bookstore. Something about the title of the book, something about its cover. Yes, I bought a book because of its cover! That book turned out to be one of the most profound discoveries of my adult life. The story touched me deeply, made me laugh, made me cry, made me feel alive. Passionately alive. It revealed worlds and bridged them, somehow leaving me feeling whole and even a little bit holy. It became and remains one of my favorite books of all time. I have read it many, many times and cannot recommend it enough.
When I learned that Kent would be publishing a sequel, of sorts, to Neither Wolf Nor Dog, I was excited but also a little apprehensive. How many times have sequels lived up to the reputation established by the original? Neither Wolf Nor Dog is a very rich and "complete" book in and of itself. So it was a big moment when Wolf At Twilight arrived in my mailbox last week. And now I have read it and I can honestly and happily say that Kent has written another masterpiece equal in every way to its predecessor. It's just as engaging, just as emotionally involving, just as good as Neither Wolf Nor Dog. I read it way too fast because I couldn't put it down, but I didn't want it to end either. It's as profound an account of the tragic clashing of worlds as I've read anywhere. It's a telling of the story of "America" from yet another point of view that both enlightens and humbles. There is a lot to cry about in this story. And there is a lot to laugh about ( I did both while reading it.). In the end it is a cry of the heart, a very human heart, translated into (mere) words, into story, into literature that makes me, yet again, glad to be alive.