I cannot even remember why I picked this book up. I think it was early on in our Maritimes trip and at one of the first used book stores in PEI, so I was a little overeager (like women or fish, you need to let them come to you). I was interested in it because it was Canadian and looked like a fun read.
It's a story of a man, Johnnie J. Backstrom, running in the Prairies during the Depression and a drought, running for office. His main opponent is an old doctor, who is also his mentor and father figure. Backstrom himself is quite reckless and irresponsible, constantly drinking, spending money he doesn't have and neglecting his pregnant wife. The whole story is told from his perspective and I guess we are supposed to sympathize with him. His big move is to spontaneously predict that it will rain the day of the election and then he spends the rest of the book wrestling with the attention and potential success this gives him, while getting drunk and sleeping with the doctor's hot daughter back from an eastern college.
It's an enjoyable read, but doesn't really resolve itself in the end. It seemed a bit of a celebration of masculine excess, without excusing it, but just lacked a concrete narrative for me to really like it personally.
One thing to note is the sticker with the author's name on the lower-right-hand corner. Wow did somebody fuck up the printing of this book! How pissed would you be to have been that author? I can only imagine the conversations that went on behind the scenes when this book hit the shelves.