If you’re under the weather, but not too far, you can read. That’s where I found myself Wednesday. So, I finished Richard Hugo’s Death and Good Life. I read almost the entire book, starting from about page 26. It was better than I’d thought it would be.
It’s a novel that reminds me so much of Ross Macdonald – a horrible event happened many years ago and comes forward to haunt people in the present. As with Macdonald’s novels, Death and the Good Life has a convoluted plot, with dozens of twists. I enjoyed it.
Hugo had his reputation as a poet and he taught at the University of Montana. Death and the Good Life was his only mystery, as he died in 1982, right after its publication.