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I asked a Nebraskan if the descriptions of the countryside in My Ántonia sounded true. She said she had never read Cather but now she was remembering a book called Sarah Plain and Tall, 1985, about a woman who migrated to the central grasslands from the Maine coastline to marry a farmer whose wife had died. Within a few minutes she had recalled another childhood book, A Dog Called Kitty, 1980, the story of a boy who is bitten by a dog with rabies. The anti-rabies injections he receives are so agonising, the Nebraskan said, that he learns to associate dogs with pain. Some years after the rabies attack he bravely shows tolerance to a stray dog who comes to eat with the cats on the farm where he lives. He slowly recovers from his fear and learns that dogs can be a source of pleasure. One night when the pair of them are lost in the wilderness because of some cows, this dog, Kitty, has his intestines ripped out while he is saving the boy from coyotes. That part of the book is so horrifying, said the Nebraskan, that you are in tears because you think the noble animal is dead, but then you turn the page to the last chapter and they are walking along a road together months later with the dog healthy and peppy and you are happy again for a few moments until a piece of a building site adjoining the road falls off and Kitty is fatally crushed. Later, she added, they made us read Where the Red Fern Grows, 1961 as well, because they hadn't finished with us yet.

Old Yeller, I said, to show that I knew what we were talking about, though I hadn’t read any of the books and nor had I seen Old Yeller. I pictured a child going from Kitty to Red Fern but now, instead of sadness, when the dogs die, she thinks for the first time: this is genre. From then on she is in luxury, as, one after the other, all of the dying fictional dogs she comes across become new pieces in a resplendent puzzle. What habits are they teaching us, I wondered. Growing up, learns the Kitty boy, means that you can stop feeling your pain and start seeing it in other people instead. So the narrator of My Ántonia sees the pain of actually marrying Ántonia and being stuck in Nebraska forever, thrust away from him so forcefully that it lands on a man from Vienna. (I still have not read My Ántonia, only the closing chapters.) But this intelligent building site in A Dog called Kitty knows us well.* You notice it is not like an animal in that it will not let the writer make it suffer pain. Its strength is respected. The building will probably still be there when the boy dies of old age. For the rest of his life it will stand there saying, I killed Kitty. The rabid dog vanished from the boy's life and so did the coyotes. But the building endures and he has to put up with it. So much for flesh, says the building.



*After I had gone through all of this in my head I looked for some reviews online and found out that other adults were not interested in the words "building site" when they were describing Kitty's death. They preferred the word "pipes." One of them was specifically interested in "oil-pipe." This is their entire review:

The dog doesn't get killed in the heroic fight to save the boy. He dies in the next chapter, when an oil-pipe pointlessly falls on him. Those darn oil companies, eh?

This tells you everything you need to know.

(Amazon Customer, November 26, 2011)

(Kitty was written by Bill Wallace, Sarah by Patricia MacLachlan, and Red Fern by Wilson Rawls.)