The vicissitudes of the trip, puctuated by the 'passenger' dachshund are great.
But the best part of the book, fleeting at times and maddeningly interrupted by various pseudophilosophical diatribes, is just hearing about floating down the river in the capricious time of November in Texas. The subjugation of native Americans is well-portrayed. The book is 'required reading' for anyone interested in a blend of 50's 'progress' in the form of the threatened river and a whole host of tales that, in spite of Graves' conditional idolatry, does not paint a flattering picture of settlers who no doubt loved the land but on their own terms.
I'm a 53 year old native of Texas and this work strikes many chords with me.
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