Michael Bishop - November 12, 1945
This is one of those stories that I run across and have a tough time reading and understanding. If you look through my past entries, you will see that there have been a few similar stories that have caused me to pause and reflect on this sort of problem and why they were so difficult for me.
From what I can tell, Bishop is a talented, prolific and loved writer.
I just don’t know.
I was in the right frame of mind…I wasn’t rushed, I was ready to read.
I just didn’t get it from the beginning, and couldn’t get into it throughout.
I just have to realize that every story can’t give me something – even if it is offering.
You don't say anything about what the story is about, its approach, its effects or attempted effects--or anything. I assume from the title that it has something to do with a dog or dogs.
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