Postcards from Three Pines: The Brutal Telling

The Brutal Telling Postcard
“Received great news today - Barnes and Noble has chosen THE BRUTAL TELLING for their Recommends Program!  Off to the Brome County Fair with Michael to research the next book. Onward!”
AN EXCERPT FROM THE BRUTAL TELLING

The Brume County Fair was more than a century old, bringing people in from all over the townships. Like most fairs it had started as a meeting place for farmers, to show their livestock, to sell their autumn produce, to make deals and see friends. There was judging in one barn and
displays of handicraft in another. Baking was for sale in the long aisles of open sheds and children lined up for licorice and maple syrup candy, popcorn and freshly made doughnuts.

It was the last celebration of summer, the bridge into autumn. Armand Gamache walked past the rides and hawkers, then consulted his watch. It was time. He made for a field to the side of the barns, where a crowd had gathered. For the Wellington Boot Toss.

Standing on the edge of the field he watched as kids and adults lined up. The young man in charge settled them down, gave them each an old rubber boot, and standing well back he raised his arm. And held it there. The tension was almost unbearable. Then like an ax he dropped it.

The line of people raised their arms in unison and shot them forward, and to whoops of encouragement from onlookers a storm of Wellington boots was released.

Gamache knew in that instant why he’d gotten such an unexpectedly
good spot at the side of the field. At least three boots shot his way.

Discussion on “Postcards from Three Pines: The Brutal Telling

  1. Joan Mary Brown says:

    I live in Australia but my daughter lives in Canada, so I feel I have a connection. Ever since my daughter -in-law lent me “Still Life”, I have loved all of your wonderful books and especially Inspector Gamache. I eagerly await each book , as it is published and look forwrad to your newest one.

  2. JanetHays says:

    I truly don’t cry easily, but I did at the end of this book. Because Ruth wrote the poem before releasing Rosa, it was still a very sad and touching moment. I’m learning to be a lover of poetry because of your books, Louise. Thank you.

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