Ah, Duncton Wood, my love, my love! Always been tempted to design t-shirts about the Stone, but too lazy, and subject matter probably too obscure. I've never quite understood why such a good book never got more attention. Maybe its the mole thing...
First stumbled across it as a teenager staying with my aunt in Sydney for work experience (I was 14 or 15). The guest bedroom had a shelf full of boring sounding books like The Prophet, My Mother My Self, The Female Eunuch, something about Whores and God's Police (you get a little insight into my auntie)...and something called Duncton Wood with a mole on the front. I was all primed for it, being a fan of Watership Down, and while I wasn't exactly gripped by the prospect of reading about moles, the competition wasn't great (I still don't read feminist literature for recreation).
It turned out to be not quite like Watership Down. I devoured it, nevertheless. I didn't discover the sequels until years later, maybe ten years actually. At that point I started buying them.
While I enjoyed them all, several rereads down the track I can say this:
Duncton Wood is a classic. It really is. Its beautifully written, deep, and resonant on many different levels. Its an experience and a thing of art.
The sequels, while worth reading, are less good. The fine balance between the animal experience and the human one is no longer as effectively kept, and while the world of the moles remains compelling, and some of the characters are beautiful, there are flaws that diminish them as well (that whole thing with Boswell was weird, for one).
I think I've only read one other Horwood, The Stonor Eagles, though I have a suspicion I've read another of his (I lose track), and neither was as good. But in my book, to equal what Horwood achieved with Duncton Wood, you have to be pretty damn good.