A fine-looking western just rode into town from up North, and you’d best take notice if you know what’s good for you. The Canadian writer Guy Vanderhaeghe has been publishing best-sellers and winning national awards for decades, but American readers have mostly shrugged and looked away, despite praise from Annie Proulx, Richard Ford and a posse of reviewers who’ve been trying to scare up a broader audience for this Saskatchewan novelist.
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