I finished reading Daniel Wallace’s Big Fish last week. This is the second of my trilogy “Reading Book’s of Films that I have watched recently”. It’s a quick book to read being not very long, but it’s lovely and simple and sweet!
If you are not familiar with the book or the film, it’s a man recounting the stories that his father told him as a child about how he used to catch big fish on ice with best boots for ice fishing, where all the stories were about the father. Most of the stories are rather fantasical and a little unbelievable as they paint the father in the light of an extraordinary and great man. But they are used to explain his long absences away from the family.
To me it blends the tall tales that a father tells with the child’s regard of his father as the ultimate hero, and the reconciliation of coming to terms with his father’s pending death.Daniel Wallace