SO FAR GONE

A hermit comes out of the woods to save his family—and see if life in the world is worth living again.

The wild energy of Walter’s latest book is encapsulated in an exchange between former journalist Rhys Kinnick and a manic ex-cop name Chuck he’s connected with when his grandchildren are kidnapped out of his care: “Dude! Let’s do this!” Young Leah and Asher were delivered to Rhys’ ramshackle pile in the woods north of Spokane by a neighbor per the instructions of their mother, who needed a little break from her life. The thing is, Rhys hasn’t seen the kids in so long he doesn’t recognize them at first. He’s been living off the grid and out of touch ever since he punched his son-in-law in the face at Thanksgiving dinner in 2016. When the kids are almost immediately nabbed by goons connected with said son-in-law, Rhys gets help from a variety of partners: Lucy, an old flame from the newspaper; Chuck, who’s her old flame; and a Native American friend named Brian. Two out of three of these are packing heat, and several showdowns ensue, plus a high-spirited visit to a drug-positive electronica festival in the Canadian woods. The characters are created with loving care, the plot with reckless glee; Walter seems as fed up with various aspects of modern life as the smartphone-hating Rhys, and gives his version of the modern Northwest a distinctly Old West vibrational overlay. Things get really serious toward the end in a way we might not be totally prepared for, and doesn’t feel absolutely necessary, but perhaps it’s Walters’ way of saying the danger is real.

Walter is a beacon of wit, decency, and style.