Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Being an avid movie viewer, I cursed myself for having watched Brokeback Mountain many many years after its release - Heath Ledger had passed, Jake Gyllenhaal had become a more prominent name and LGBTQ themes were not uncommon in mainstream cinema. But despite my unforgivable delay, the movie stood out as a simple, poignant ode to love. When prompted by the Book Riots Read Harder Challenge 2018 task of reading a "Western", my friends had chosen this. Excited to compare the two works of art, I followed suit.
What a beautiful book! All of thirty pages, but narrating a lifetime of love, loss, longing and tenderness in a way that cuts you open. Mind you, it's not dramatic prose. The descriptions are evocative (some of which prompted me to read twice just so I could transport myself the first time around but admire the language the second time) but the action is restrained and almost spare. And yet, it hits all the right spots and makes you root for Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist.
Once again, I am wondering why I took so long to pick this up. But then, there's just never going to be enough time to relish all the wonderful pieces of art. Maybe, I am just glad that I finally read it!
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