The Words of My Roaring

I was electioneering. By God, people were listening. People were looking my way. And some joker with his arse begining to ache from sitting too long on a nail had to clear his throat and chip in, "Backstrom, what have you got to offer?" I looked at the speaker and saw he was a farmer and I said, "Mister, how would you like some rain?" A new edition of another classic from one of Canada's most enduring novelists.

Robert Kroetsch was born in Heisler, Alberta, and published his first novel, But We are Exiles in 1965. His The Studhorse Man won the Governor General’s Award for Fiction.He has steadily elaborated his indelible mark on Canadian writing ever since with his fiction, nonfiction, poetry, teaching, and scholarship. He lives in Leduc, Alberta.