


Today, the title novella is recognized as one of the great American tales of the twentieth century, and Maclean as one of the most beloved writers of our time. One editor, so the story goes, replied, “it has trees in it.” When Norman Maclean sent the manuscript of A River Runs Through It and Other Stories to New York publishers, he received a slew of rejections. Bringing together previously unpublished materials with incidental writings and selections from his two masterpieces, the Reader will serve as the perfect introduction for readers new to Maclean, while offering longtime fans new insight into his life and career.The New York Times–bestselling classic set amid the mountains and streams of early twentieth-century Montana, “as beautiful as anything in Thoreau or Hemingway” ( Chicago Tribune). With The Norman Maclean Reader, the University of Chicago Press is proud to add a fitting final volume to Maclean’s celebrated oeuvre. The posthumous publication in 1992 of Young Men and Fire, Maclean’s deeply personal investigative account of a deadly forest fire, only added to his reputation, reacquainting readers with the power of his sparse, evocative prose. Though the 1976 collection A River Runs Through It and Other Stories was the only book Maclean published in his lifetime, it was an unexpected success, and the moving family tragedy of the title novella-based largely on Maclean’s memories of early twentieth-century Montana-has proved to be one of the most enduring American stories ever written. But it was a role he took up late in life, that of writer, that won him enduring fame and critical acclaim-as well as the devotion of readers worldwide. In his eighty-eight years, Norman Maclean (1902–90) played many parts: fisherman, logger, firefighter, scholar, teacher. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.

The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
