Friday, October 20, 2006

#81



I've read "Shiloh" perhaps a dozen times and have taught it to a couple hundred undergrads. Don't know why it took me this long to dig into Bobbie Ann Mason's catalog. Nice to note her other stories are on the same parr as her much-anthologized masterwork. Don't let the folksy down-home exterior fool you. There's much complimicated stuff working along beneath these stories of JC Penny's and McDonald's employees. I like writers who can make you laugh and cause you to stop and marvel at a turn of phrase and then break your heart all on one page.

Also read at work



Saw many a kapok up-close and personal in Honduras. See them while you can. Them and hippos.

1 comment:

sink sink socks said...

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