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The Best Short Stories of William Kittredge

William Kittredge
We were meat hunters. You spent money for shells, you brought home meat. I saw Teddy Spandau die on that account. Went off into open water chest deep, just trying to get some birds he shot. Cramped up and drowned. We hauled a boat down and fished him out that afternoon.

A master storyteller and essayist, William Kittredge is best known for his unflinching vision of the hardscrabble landscape of the West and the people who survive and die on it. His stories are stripped down but bristle with life to offer a dusty, relentless landscape; the smell of freshly turned dirt; the blunt conversations about work that needs doing; and the rare, quiet moment of reflection that amounts to nothing less than poetry. Thirty-Four Seasons of Winter represents the best of Kittredge's stories, available together in a handsome new volume.

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"Kittredge paints with these colors: sky blue, night black, blood red. Nature has more—but none truer."—The New York Times Book Review

About the Author

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William Kittredge grew up on a cattle ranch in southeastern Oregon and farmed there until he was 33, after which he studied at the University of Iowa. He taught Creative Writing at the University of Montana for 29 years and retired as Regents Professor of English and Creative Writing. His many previous books include Next Rodeo, The Nature of Generosity and the Best Short Storiesof William Kittredge. He now lives in Missoula, Montana.
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  • “Kittredge’s stories of laconic, isolated men and prodding women are strangely elevating elegies—genuine, unflinching, and tender.”—Barry Lopez
  • “Kittredge’s stories—graceful, savvy, expansive, poignant, and sometimes even grave—tell us that it is our affections, not our courage or our toughness or our willingness to be unequivocal, that keeps us from one day to another. And that is a truth worth hearing. I only wish there were more of these stories.”—Richard Ford
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