It’s odd how one gets involved in things some times. I have a Canadian son-in-law who gave me this and two other books by Canadian writers for Christmas/Birthday with the idea that I might enjoy and profit by a deeper acquaintance with Canadian things literary. Every literate Canadian, he says, has read Who Has Seen The Wind at some point.
I’m glad that Mr. Mitchell gained success with this book and that he has enjoyed a long and distinguished career. I’m glad also that Canadians have a bonding literary experience to share. I wish that I could give it higher marks for excellence.
Mitchell’s prairie world of the 30’s (a decade earlier than the book’s publication) is a Norman Rockwell kind of place. There are boys and dogs and a rogue (though not real bad) uncle. Bad things happen, but somehow they don’t hurt too much. They bring a lump to the throat and evoke a sort of pleasant melancholy. In the end, life is good out on the small town prairie and a fella