The words were summer on the tongue.
The wine was summer caught and stoppered.”
Dandelion Wine is a book about nostalgia, vignettes of a summer long past in Green Town, Illinois. It is a book about being 12 years old again.
When I was 15 and 16, I went through a sci-fi phase, I must have read some Ray Bradbury, but can’t remember which books. I know I read “Fahrenheit 451” in my college years, as I even named one of my projects (about arson in vandalism in libraries) “Fahrenheit 451”. Dandelion Wine isn’t science fiction, although one of the characters, Leo Auffmann, attempts to make a Happiness Machine, which doesn’t have the desired effect.
This is a love note to being alive, being young, and the realisation that life IS fleeting, summer ends, friends move, loved ones die, and there are no machine of happiness.
you are the last apple on the tree; and you wait for the wind to work you slowly free from your hold upon the sky, and you drop down and down. Long before you hit the grass you will have forgotten there ever was a tree, or other apples, or a summer…
The writing is poetic at times, filled with beautiful prose and the nature of how life is.
“When you are away from a city it becomes a fantasy. Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people becomes improbable with distance.”
There is no real plot, I’d have hated that at 15 but now at 55, I’m older and wiser and I’m happy to follow the flow of sketches, capturing a twenties boyhood in Green Town, Illinois.
“War’s never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it.” observed Colonel Freeleigh
This story was a breath of fresh air, a sip from the fountain of youth, and it brought back some memories about life and loss that touched me in a way, that I can only give it my highest rating 5 out of 5