The appropriately named THE FALL OF THE YEAR is about fall, the season, fall as of a society, and of fall, as in the fall of man. Set in the beautiful, autumnal heart of Howard Frank Mosher's Northeast Kingdom, the novel is centered on a priest, father George, who is writing his magnum opus, A SHORT HISTORY OF KINGDOM COUNTY. Father George, and Howard himself, documents the natural world, the eccentricity and foibles of the kingdom's residents, and the simple, quotidian details that make a life, tragic or comic. The ad copy calls this an autobiographical novel, and so it is, but only is a metaphorical way. Howard did not grow up in the Kingdom, is not a priest, but is someone who chronicles the lives of others. His Kingdom County is, as I always say, the New England equivalent of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County. In this novel, young Frank Bennett puts off his own religious studies to care for his ailing adoptive father and to be bewitched by a lovely French-Canadian woman whose life, and prophetic pronouncements, seem to be entangled with his own. It is the natural world of the Kingdom that is the main character in the novel though, and Howard's descriptions of trout in a pool, of a strand of birds-eye maple, of the subtle changes that herald the coming of fall that give the book is haunting beauty. Reading this book so soon after Howard's death changed the meaning of it. In many ways Howard was Father George; he was as acerbic, as loving, and as wise. His body of work is in fact A Short History of Kingdom County, whether that history ever existed or not. In truth, Howard was a friend, and I have always been a cheerleader for him. But, this book would be as great if it had been written by a stranger.