Kings of the Yukon by Adam Weymouth
Kings of the Yukon (286 pgs, 2018) doesn’t come out until May, but I received an early copy to review and plowed through it. Given the subtitle of the book — “One Summer Paddling Across the Far North” — it seems like the narrative would largely be a travelogue. And while that’s certainly part of it — author Adam Waymouth canoes about 2,000 miles down the famed Canadian/Alaskan river — it’s mostly about the Chinook (or “king”) salmon, and the people in the villages along the way who rely on that fish for sustenance, both physically and economically.
The Chinook salmon is undoubtedly in decline, and so Waymouth ventures to find out why. You’d think that climate change would be the ultimate culprit, but he comes to find that the real reasons are much more complicated, and go all the way back to the discoveries of gold and, later, oil.
While a book about a tasty fish may not seem, at first blush, to be a terribly exciting read, Waymouth himself notes that “this is a story, above all else, of relationships, of the symbiosis of people and fish,” and keeps the pages somewhat inexplicably turning to the very end. Check it out and put it on your list if you’re into frontier reading, or environmental stuff. And also maybe if you’re just bored with what you’ve been reading lately; it’s certainly something different, and if nothing else, very well written.
What Has Stuck With Me 5 Years Later
Anyways, in light of having just one book to feature this week, I thought I’d take a look back to 2013 and share the books that have really stuck with me 5 years later (I’ve been tracking my reading for about 10 years now, so this is easy to do). These aren’t necessarily just my favorites, but those whose characters and main themes are easily recalled — the ones that have imprinted themselves permanently into my memory. In no particular order:
- Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. Written in 1615, and considered the first modern novel. It’s long, but really quite funny. Some of the more memorable scenes in all of literature. Plus, you’ll forever be able to actually know what the word “quixotic” means.
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. One of my favorite books to this day. It’s truly a frightening book, but also intimately revealing of what it means to be human. So so good.
- Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. The first Steinbeck I ever read, and I think still my favorite among the handful more I’ve read since.
- World War Z by Max Brooks. Pure zombie fun, but written much better than your average undead thriller. This 2006 classic (yes, classic) really jumpstarted the entire genre. Feel free to ask me for more zombie recs if you’re interested.
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig. I only understood about half of this classic pop philosophy text, but the parts I did get were oh so good. Pirsig, in the midst of a cross-country motorcycle trip, explores the meaning of quality. I plan on re-reading this one again soon.
- No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy. I’ve read most of Cormac McCarthy’s books, and this is easily my favorite. It’s like if Hemingway had written a really gritty Western. (And while it’s violent, it’s nowhere near as gruesome as Blood Meridian. Couldn’t even finish that one.) While the movie holds up really well, you’d be well served to read the book too.
- Quiet by Susan Cain. This book was popular when it first came out about 5 years ago, and continues to be today. Eye opening not only in regards to the particular strengths of introverts, but also how the way society operates clearly favors extroverts. Both types of people should read it.
- A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Another one that remains an all-time favorite to this day. Dickens is a master without rival, and this was the first I read of his. I’ve read it a couple times since (at about 100 pages it’s really quick), and I’m sure I will again in coming holiday seasons.
It’s pretty interesting to look back and see that this was a period where I was catching up on my classic lit self-education. I wasn’t a great student in high school, so I skipped out on a lot of assigned reading and missed out on many of the world’s great books. They really are considered classics for a reason; they’ve stuck with me, and I’m sure I’ll read most of ‘em again. (Someday I’ll write about why it’s so good to re-read books; it’s like watching a favorite movie or TV show again and again.)
Do you remember any books you read 5 years ago? Anything that has stuck with you to this day?
As always, thanks for reading!