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An Alcoholic’s Guide to Peru and Chile

An Alcoholic’s Guide to Peru and Chile An Alcoholic's Guide to Rick Bass Peru and Chile Photo by Natalie Galatzer fiction t was late March in Montana, which meant fall in South America. At the bottom of the world, things were upside down. The leaves of the trees along the rivers were gold, orange, yellow. Wilson had been out of work, out of logging, for over a year. A snag had broken off when he was sawing and had fallen and shattered his ribs, punctured his lungs. Belinda had been gone almost a year by then. He hadn't seen that coming either. He had been drinking hard over the winter--well, longer than that; maybe a few years, depending on what hard meant--but planned to stop for this trip, spring break with the girls. Or to slow down, anyway. It was almost the same thing. It felt like stopping. The girls lived with him, in Montana, but soon enough, they would be gone altogether: grown up, departed also. He didn't need to drink. He liked it, but he didn't need it. He knew that was the stance of someone who did need to drink, but he was different. Well, actually, he needed it, but he could http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

An Alcoholic’s Guide to Peru and Chile

The Missouri Review , Volume 38 (4) – Dec 30, 2015

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An Alcoholic's Guide to Rick Bass Peru and Chile Photo by Natalie Galatzer fiction t was late March in Montana, which meant fall in South America. At the bottom of the world, things were upside down. The leaves of the trees along the rivers were gold, orange, yellow. Wilson had been out of work, out of logging, for over a year. A snag had broken off when he was sawing and had fallen and shattered his ribs, punctured his lungs. Belinda had been gone almost a year by then. He hadn't seen that coming either. He had been drinking hard over the winter--well, longer than that; maybe a few years, depending on what hard meant--but planned to stop for this trip, spring break with the girls. Or to slow down, anyway. It was almost the same thing. It felt like stopping. The girls lived with him, in Montana, but soon enough, they would be gone altogether: grown up, departed also. He didn't need to drink. He liked it, but he didn't need it. He knew that was the stance of someone who did need to drink, but he was different. Well, actually, he needed it, but he could

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Dec 30, 2015

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