One Southwestern archeological site stands between fifty year-old John Thompson and life has he has lived it so far. Full of bones and a sacred hearth desecrated in a most heartless way, the site brings him face to face with his own failings. Unable to stand it, he flees his marriage and his job to the most extreme place he knows: the Makah Indian community at Neah Bay, Washington. Exposed to the endless rain and relentless sea of the Olympic Peninsula, John is confronted with a people desperate to rejuvenate their ancient whaling tradition, a friend named George who seems determined to keep John in his life, and the ghost of an old love affair John has tried to bury for years.
Katharine gives an overview of the book:
John just gaped at him. But I've failed, he wanted to shout at him. He wanted to take his fucking gun from sniper school in the Marine Corps and shove it in his face and say, I was the best in my class at this, you moron. At shooting people with precision. But I don't give a fuck about that. Just give me the Master's. Give me a ticket to the one club I've only ever wanted to be in and never will. But Walker merely looked at him, placid. He had round spectacles, a moustache, long tapered fingers with veins in them, dark hair with gray at the temples. He was one of the most briliant men John knew. John looked at the paper. Walker was saying, he thought, that he still had a chance, that he wasn't, truly, as dumb as some of his Corps mates, whose IQs were seriously below grade. But he had to take charge of things. He had to go talk to the person on Walker's Rx, who of course was Colleen Jensen.
I am the author of The Basket Maker, a novel that won Book of the Year Award from ForeWord Magazine (Independent Presses) in 2004. My second novel, The Book of John, was published in 2010. I have also published a book of poetry, Geographies of the Heart. I am a Colorado Arts...