copyright 1998; Simon & Schuster publishers, New York; hardbound; very good condition with unmarked pages; dust jacket very good.
From catfishing as a young girl in the red clay waters of the Mississippi, to deep-sea fishing in the Florida Keys with her grandfather's younger brother, Leicester, Lorian Hemingway has spent a large part of her life with a fishing pole in hand. But for too many years, the joy of fishing was overshadowed by the despair of alcoholism."I fished alcoholically, brutally, obsessively", Lorian recalls, as she tells of identifying with her grandfather's booze-ridden exploits. In a memoir full of dry wit and keen appreciation for the absurdities of life, Lorian wryly acknowledges that she probably wouldn't have attempted dangerous marlin-fishing expeditions had she grown up with a different last name.
Fishing is more than a metaphor for Lorian Hemingway, it is her own psychic barometer. This powerfully written memoir is eloquent in its passion for the sport and in its conviction that your family consists not necessarily of the people you are born with, but of those you choose to let into your heart.