Rereading this right after finishing One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest was surreal . . . I heard Douglas Spaulding’s story in Chief’s voice on almost every page. A lovingly told, nostalgic and poetic chronicle of a magical summer and its cure. This year I’m only reading novels I’ve already read before — no new fiction unless it’s for work — and One Flew led me to Dandelion Wine, which is leading me to Little House on the Prairie. Back and back and back to see how limitations lead to innovations, whether the context is an asylum, a pre-modern childhood, or a lonely, physical frontier.