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Richard Russo
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Originally published in 1986 in the Vintage Contemporaries paperback series - and reissued now in audiobook - Richard Russo’s Mohawk remains today as it was described then: A first novel with all the assurance of a mature writer at the peak of form and ambition, Mohawk is set in upstate New York and chronicles more than a dozen lives in a leather town, long after the tanneries have started closing down. Ranging over three generations - and clustered mainly in two clans, the Grouses and the Gaffneys - these remarkably various lives share only the common human dilemmas and the awesome physical and emotional presence of Mohawk itself.
For this is a town like Winesburg, Ohio, or Our Town, in our time, that encompasses a plethora of characters, events, and mysteries. At once honestly tragic and sharply, genuinely funny, Mohawk captures life, then affirms it.
©1986 Richard Russo (P)2019 Random House Audio
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“Richard Russo [is] a masterful storyteller with a mission: to chronicle with insight and compassion the day-to-day life of small-town America...alternating episodes of boisterous humor with moments of heart-wrenching pathos.... His characters are wholly sympathetic, but they are also human.” (Houston Chronicle)
“After the last sentence is read, the reader continues to see Russo’s tender, messed-up people coming out of doorways, lurching through life. And keeps on seeing them because they are as real as we are.” (Annie Proulx)
“Russo is a master craftsman.... The blue-collar heartache at the center of his fiction has the sheen of Dickens but the epic levity of John Irving.” (Boston Globe)
