The Midwest is ripe for dreaming, and John T. Price does his fair share in Man Killed by Pheasant and Other Kinships (Da Capo Press, $25). The memoir is set in Iowa, the place Price never left. In many ways, it's an ordinary story: Price joins the drama club and counts his pimples; he turns to his dog for emotional support and cries when developers bulldoze nearby woods. Well, maybe he's a bit more sensitive than most. It may not be an environmental story, per se, but Price's memories are fused by his awareness of place, be it the vastness of the Arizona desert where his immigrant grandparents move or an unforgiving Idaho cliff where he spends his honeymoon. And his deep-rooted fondness for Iowa never falters, for the "red-tailed hawks floating ' above the fields, as if attached to kite strings," for the way the dawn lights the snow, "making it appear more natural and familiar than the solid slope of earth it covers."
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|Title Annotation:||Man Killed by Pheasant and Other Kinships|
|Article Type:||Book review|
|Date:||Jul 1, 2008|
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