I recall loving Snow Falling on Cedars, which prompted me to pick this up when last in Barbican Library. A slow story, and the setting and focus on a young man’s search for solitude and meaning, brought to mind Into the Wild. Thankfully The Other is without the selfishness and stupidity inherent in that story. My only irritation with this novel was towards the end, with the sudden shift of narrator to John William Barry’s father.
A read for quiet, contemplative times.
Amazon.co.uk link: The Other – David Guterson