What a disappointment!
James Prosek is as brilliant an artist as he is a poor writer. His style is regrettably imitative, paying obvious homage to both Thomas McGuane and Ernest Hemingway without measuring up as even a respectable forgery. I really anticipated a flyfishing book; not a boastful manuscript of sexual conquests. The fishing community wants John Gierach, not Danielle Steel. If you want to buy something by Mr. Prosek, make it the watercolor books of artistry and history. They are top notch.