Book Report: Doing a father, and a graceful writer, proud
It’s commonplace for Minnesota readers to get together and talk about the state’s greatest novelists.
Sinclair Lewis and F. Scott Fitzgerald are generally recalled in one breath. Younger folks will of course remember Louise Erdrich, Jon Hassler and Tim O’Brien.
Seldom, in my experience, has the name J.F. Powers popped up in this or that pantheon of gopher novelists. And that’s a shame because Powers most certainly belongs right up there.