Ms Allison has revisited an old story by one of the site’s most prolific writers and we think it’s wonderful to see this having a new crack of the whip. Swan River Daisy is the story that she has pulled from the dusty archives and this is what she said.
I rented a hot air balloon and went up and up until I reached the summit of Mt. Sheehan where I examined the first LS item he had published, long ago . You see, I had to do it by balloon because Mt. Sheehan is roughly thirty-eight-thousand stories high, and thirty-eight-thousand stories is an awfully long way for a climber to fall, with only her echoing screams to keep her company on the way down.
Sheehan’s Swan River Daisy is indicative of a master craftsmanship (for the love of God, PC police, don’t cite me for not writing “craftspersonship”) achieved only by practice and lengthy observations made of life. It’s neither snarky nor unkind to point out that Mr. Sheehan has been alive for quite a while. In fact, it is a blessing. He’s a master of a certain style of writing that has nowadays often been rejected as “old fashioned” because it is too damn hard to pull off. Although he comes at you with a folksy kind of voice, even in various idioms his sense of timing and pace and setting are precise–as well as his grammar. I dare any surveyor of Mr. Sheehan to find as much as a dangling participle impuring the snows on this great peak.
Check out Swan River Daisy. You will root for the big man and his little girl and smile when the pettifogging Town Manager gets his comeuppance. But remember to be careful. It’s terribly up up there. But at least there’s plenty of reading material to grab onto on your way down.