Then Came The Evening has a measured rhythm, ticking along at a sedate, reflective pace. In terms of sense of place, themes and characters it reminded me of the writing of Daniel Woodrell. And like Woodrell, Hart is a fine wordsmith. The characterisation is well observed and I particularly lik...
He corked the bottle and set it aside and crawled drunkenly to his pack. Frustrated inebriate, his hands confused by straps and buckles. He soon quit the struggle and lay back and faced the sky. The trees turned above him. When he closed his eyes, he felt sick. He moaned a little and spied the da...