Things I generally don't like: --Contemporary Southern authors who seem to consciously mine Faulkner in writing about the south--Contemporary writers those who explore the racial tensions of the 20th century Deep South. --Writing about the afterlife and the communion of the living and the dead. ...
I am not sure what readers who enjoyed Watson's stories in this collection see that I didn't. Aside from the general set-up (which doesn't ever amount to plot or character sketches or anything resembling an artistic statement or plain, simple point) in the titular "Last Days of the Dog-Men" and ...
She liked the evening air, the slow and scarce traffic that rolled or clopped through town at that hour. The smells of the bakery baking on the night shift. The coal smoke from the trains. But she was lonelier than ever, and many a night such as this she longed just to be back on the farm, alone ...
But we never really got to where we liked to eat rabbit, and we tired of the club politics of hunting deer, so we penned up the beagles, added two black Labs, and figured we’d do a little duck. Those were raucous days around the house, the big pen in the back with the beagles squawling, up on the...