![]() ![]() ![]() Bizarre to me now that reading about someone not painting well could be so spellbinding. Things are going badly and Lily’s frustrated. Lily Briscoe is painting a picture, or at least she’s trying to. Finishing is agony because you know you will never again read this bookfor the first time. With both hands I held a book up against the sun and tried not to finish it. I’d propped myself up on the stern, a life jacket as my pillow. I was on the other side, in another boat, reading and drinking. ![]() What happened to sitting around all day and bullshitting? Goshko and Alex were in a canoe on one side of the lake, fishing and drinking. Boundary Waters trips were always an excuse to base-camp, another term for just sitting around all day and bullshitting. A blazing day, upper 80s, and I was base-camping with two old friends. ![]() It was up north-on Upper Moose Lake-that I found myself transfixed by another watery place. The Boundary Waters of northern Minnesota: Midwestern heaven, mosquitoes the size of St. I’m twenty-two, I’m drunk, I’m in a canoe. Peter Orner reads “Upper Moose Lake, 1990,” from his new essay collection, Am I Alone Here?, published in November by Catapult. ![]()
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