I do not think you'll ever hear the name of Wright Morris mentioned as one of the major American novelists of the late 20th Century. It is a pity! This is a great novel. Those who say it has no plot do not understand that Morris moved to grasp the pace of life itself, and managed to do it apparently effortlessly--though I see a great mastery of form here, absolutely impressive. When you end up in the years the novel was written, you are almost shocked by the feeling of the passing of years. The saga of this Midwestern family is wholly persuading and poetically told, and leaves permanent traces in one's memory, even though there are almost no remarkable events in the story. But does that really matter? This is a slow novel, but life is slow too. We should be grateful to Wright Morris for having sung his plain song so slowly, and so well.