This is a bird review. And a book review. It’s even a review of the word “review.”
Here’s how it came about…
I saw a solitary Mourning Dove in early April.
It would have been nice if this were a sign of spring, the way Robins used to be.
But a few doves don’t migrate, and are here even through the cold months.
True to its name, the bird looked mournful.
I thought, “Another cold, lonesome dove.”
That brought to mind a huge, old novel called “Lonesome Dove,” by Larry McMurtry. I read this book years ago.
It was pretty damn good. Suddenly, I wanted to read it again.
Most people would say that re-reading a book is a waste of time. I’m not so sure.
Just because you saw a Mourning Dove once, doesn’t mean you don’t look at another one. If you saw a Scarlet Tanager last May, you still want to see one again this May.
“Lonesome Dove” is a book worth reliving: Two-fisted people, wild animals, dusty trail drives, banjo music, beans, biscuits, bandits, snakes, sportin’ women, big skies, and pigs that aren’t for rent.
That’s my book review.
It ought to make you want to read “Lonesome Dove.” And if you already have read it, well, hell, do it again.
As for the word “review,” it clearly says “re-view.” Which is what I did with that cold Mourning Dove I saw.
And it’s what I might do with the book I just told you about. “Lonesome Dove” was worth a good review. And, like an interesting bird, it’s also worth a good re-view.