I appreciated a lot about this story: the narrator's voice, quasi stream of consciousness and subtly Southern; and how the seemingly ambling pace revealed character development and plot in a very nonchalant, everyday-working-class way. I also really liked having a fully dimensional gender variant...
Finch had her face burned to a crisp when she was four. Now she tends a cemetery and communes with the dead.You think its easy writing about dead people? There is a litany of failures dotting the literary landscape in this particular ouvre. The prosecution calls the following culprits to the stan...
With threads, hair, and twisted fabric, I weave in fragments of myself, bits of other people. I weave in lies, and I weave in love, and in the end, it’s hard to know if one keeps me warmer than the other. And when I’m done, I lift the rug from the loom and study it in my fingers. When I back away...