![]() I always begin with a last sentence then I work my way backwards, through the plot, to where the story should begin. ![]() But it’s usually an idea in the back of my mind, and if it works, I don’t hesitate to do it. Only once before, in The World According to Garp, which was my fourth novel, have I been able to insert the title of the novel into the last sentence. I don’t always try to do that I don’t force it. Last Night in Twisted River is my twelfth novel. In a story spanning five decades, Last Night in Twisted River depicts the recent half-century in the United States as “a living replica of Coos County, where lethal hatreds were generally permitted to run their course.”Īn introduction to Last Night in Twisted River from John Irving. ![]() Their lone protector is a fiercely libertarian logger, once a river driver, who befriends them. Both the twelve-year-old and his father become fugitives, forced to run from Coos County-to Boston, to southern Vermont, to Toronto-pursued by the implacable constable. In 1954, in the cookhouse of a logging and sawmill settlement in northern New Hampshire, an anxious twelve-year-old boy mistakes the local constable’s wife for a bear. So begins John Irving’s twelfth novel, Last Night in Twisted River. “The young Canadian, who could not have been more than fifteen, had hesitated too long.”
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