This is only the second of Willa Cather’s novels that I have read. The obvious autobiographical content about the Nebraska prairie in the 1880s, her interest in the importance and meaning of a place, and her rich nostalgia all contributed to my enjoyment of this great work. I also found it interesting that she felt the need to make the narrator male after reading about her life.
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My only complaint is the inclusion of the old ludicrous story of the wolves attacking sleighs during a winter in 19th-century Russia. I wanted to accept this as just a story that the characters might have believed then, but two of the characters have had their lives traumatized by their involvement in this fiction. Oh well, nothing is perfect.