The Works of Love

"When I was a boy of eight in the Platte Valley of Nebraska, my father made the first of the many moves that would prove to be of interest to a future writer of fiction. They were east to Chicago, the point on the map where all the lines pointed. Almost twenty years would pass before I would seek to recapture the past that I had experienced. *The Works of Love*is the first fruit of that effort, and the linchpin in my novels concerned with the plains. The reader who has read *The Home Place* or *The Field of Vision* will find in this novel the crux of an experience I frequently return to but never exhaust."-Wright Morris