Modern poet and novelist Wendell Berry has filled my lazy summer days with the beauty of one of his latest novels, Hannah Coulter. It is a simple story, unpretentious and reflective. It draws you into the unhurried flow of Port William, a farming village in Kentucky, and leaves you there unconsciously rapt in the humanity of the place and its people. The horror of world war two is as real there as the budding trees and the rundown farms. And the story of a farm girl who never saw the world somehow has more meaning for that she never left Port William. With her, you watch the times slowly change, the tractor take over the horse, and finally the desertion of the land which has been her life. Read it.
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