Fishing as breathing
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A River Runs Through Me: A life of salmon fishing in Scotland Andrew Douglas-Home (Elliott & Thompson, £14.99)
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The Catch: Fishing for Ted Hughes Mark Wormald (Bloomsbury, £20)
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MODERN fishing books tend to be manuals or memoirs—also known as science fiction and romantic fiction—but neither of these volumes fall into such categories. Andrew Douglas-Home’s meditations on a life spent by the Tweed, delivered in more than 50 short, shard-like chapters, is considerably more than the sum of its parts, although its typically self-deprecating author would probably deny any such claim.
His book possesses an honesty and pawky humour that invite comparison with by his late uncle (the former Prime Minister); Andrew (whom I have known since school) comes from a colourful and distinguished Border family. His father, Edward, was its most low-key member, opting for a quiet rural life after war
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