THE FIDDLER OF HIGH LONESOME

by Brinton Turkle ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 25, 1968

Ain't nothin' like plumb localized fiddle-faddle and this here's a Bonanza. Them Fogles (Old Man, Sud, Deel and Hunk) never done much but shoot it up on yonder mountain till some puny kid come up an say ""I'm yore kin"" an even then they wasn't gonna have no truck with him excepting he played a tolerable fiddle. That's how come Lysander Bochamp come to live with the Fogles. Even the wild critters would dance to his music, but the family just hooted and hollered when he told them, saying ""varmints don't dance,"" but he took them the next night and sure as shootin' out they come. Only then the Fogles started shootin' an' killed most every critter in sight. Lysauder didn't cotton to that, seein' as he never would shoot nothin' so he just up an' went, sayin' ""I ain't no kin of yourn"" an' they never heared from him no more. But some folks say them wild sweet sounds when the moon is full is that fiddler playin' for his critters. This here book's got some real purly pictures that make you feel kinda lonesome and sad -- on a superphonic plane but the folk-al point kinda gets lost in all that palaver.

Pub Date: March 25, 1968

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1968

Categories: FICTION