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Early Love evokes a sense of almost trespassing through one of James Prosek's sketchbooks. This fourth book by the precociously prolific author-artist is quite personal, rife with exuberance about fishing and falling in love, and, not surprisingly, the angst that comes with failed relationships. As a writer, he matures with each new work; as a painter, he adds a layer of visual immediacy with his watercolors to his already descriptive prose. Prosek intended this to be a "little book" that would range "lightly over my years from nine to twenty-four, trying to open a window to my thoughts during that time as a river's surface occasionally does to its depths." Like a pool beneath the surface, it yields its trophies: a lovely anecdote about catching tiger trout with his sister; the unabashed first crush in his early teens that leads to a special fishing trip; his description of an old Canadian salmon guide as "a fiction of himself"; and passages like this:
Whitney and I bathed together early one morning in the wild Amonoosuc River.... The river was clear and cold, with big round boulders. Tiny brook trout, elusive as early love, darted at the foot of our naked bodies.
Your heart would have to be awfully hard to want to throw that one back.
--Jeff Silverman
From Publishers Weekly
In an elegant work of prose and painting, Prosek (The Complete Angler) dips freely into his past and recalls events ranging from notable hunts for brook trout--his favorite fish--to frustrated forays into teenage affection. Interspersed evenly in this coffee-table presentation are examples of Prosek's deft watercolor prints, which often speak just as effectively as the writing itself. Though muted and painterly, Prosek's watercolors render their subjects more crisply than photographs. Likewise, his writing at its best is simple, earnest and resonant, at times leaving readers with the quiet, meditative afterglow of the nature writings of Annie Dillard and Sigurd F. Olson. The book's flaw lies with the occasionally awkward variations on its central theme: the connection between the cherished brook trout and Prosek's amorous intentions can range from humorous to tenuous. "We shared a love for secret places," Prosek writes of a friend, "and imagined there were gnomes and trolls living in the rock ledge of his yard. This same sensibility translated into enjoyment of trout and, later, women." The correlation goes from unclear to uncouth with one chapter title, which is named after both a pond and a woman: "Kate's Hole." But such blemishes are not common, and Prosek's motif successfully conveys the depth of his passion for fishing. "I have written this little book," he says, "in order to capture something in myself that I never want to forget." Readers will have little doubt that he has made a lasting impression. (May)
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