
Corby Kummer
Spotlight

Death, to Wendell Berry, was an old familiar—if not exactly a friend, a constant, comforting companion. In his wonderful novel Jayber Crow, the narrator describes a friend coming up a path to the riverside cabin he fitted to end his days, beckoning him to join a sociable group on a front porch. This friend though, was long gone. Following him, the narrator comes to a genially seated line of his closest friends from the life he had built for himself as a barber and friend to all in Port William, the lightly fictionalized version of Berry’s native Port Royal, now all gone. “I knew where I was,” he tells the reader.






