With humor and insight, Harrington (Crossings: A White Man’s Journey into Black America) weaves several themes in his tribute to friendship and storytelling: a study of masculinity, a corrective to the belief that hunting is savage, a father-son chronicle, an ode to common folks, an examination of race, and a city mouse/country mouse fable. That he uses his African-American father-in-law’s annual Thanksgiving rabbit hunts as a thread to stitch these patches together only enhances his achievement. Harrington, a white, former Washington Post Magazine writer, nicely balances analytical distance with the stories of the wisecracking, whiskey-sipping black pals of his father-in-law, who are interested in shooting the breeze as much as the cottontails. With its description of crying bears and why it’s better to be “off the egg” than on (i.e., able to bag a bunny), this does for hunting what A River Runs Through It did for fly-fishing. Comparing sunrises to cleaning prey might be a stretch, but not when the prose is this beautifully tactile: for Harrington, it’s feral yet transporting to “cut a rabbit’s belly open on a cold day and suddenly feel its innards warm your freezing hands.”
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According to Harrington (Univ. of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign), an award-winning journalist for the Washington Post Magazine and the author of Crossings, his latest work is “a hybrid, comprising journalism, memoir, and essay.” Harrington tells several good hunting stories while giving readers a detailed education in the art of hunting rabbits. Interspersed throughout this thoughtful book is the author’s own story of his simple beginnings and rise up the corporate ladder and his decision to give up the prestigious job to return, with his family, to a simpler life. This urban journalist also tells of his experiences with his African American father-in-law and his lifetime buddies in rural Kentucky, all against a backdrop of hunting rabbits. The question of why we hunt is explored in depth and summed up in a conversation the author had with a dinner guest. “I can’t believe you killed those little bunnies,” the guest said. His response: “I can’t believe you ate those little bunnies without killing one.” Recommended for all public and academic libraries. Scott R. DiMarco, Herkimer Cty. Community Coll., NY
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Hailed as a Best Book of 2002 by Newsday and a Noteworthy Book by the Kansas City Star, The Everlasting Stream received glowing praise in hardcover. When Walt Harrington was first invited to spend Thanksgiving on his father-in-law’s farm in rural Kentucky, he was a high-profile reporter for The Washington Post who had, over the years, developed a distaste for the archaic men who kill animals for sport. Little did he know that over the next twelve years of Thanksgiving cottontail hunts, his companions that first morning four African-American country men and lifelong friends who seemed to have nothing in common with the white city slicker would change not only his opinions about hunting, but also his feelings about the things that mattered to him the most. In crisp, often poetic prose that brings autumn mornings crackling to life, The Everlasting Stream shares the lessons that convinced Harrington to leave the city at the top of his career, eventually to introduce his growing son to a world of life, death, nature, and manhood that seemed more rewarding to him than his beltway existence of traffic jams and designer suits.
The Everlasting Stream: A True Story of Rabbits, Guns, Friendship, and Family
Big Woods
The first paperback edition of the 1955 collection of four stories about nature and hunting includes The Bear and Race at Morning .
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“The Bear, ” “The Old People, ” “A Bear Hunt, ” “Race at Morning”–some of Nobel Prize-winning author William Faulkner’s most famous stories are collected in this volume–in which he observed, celebrated, and mourned the fragile otherness that is nature, as well as the cruelty and humanity of men. “Contains some of Faulkner’s best work.”

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