Updated 5-8: The One True Vision/Pemberton's Bride
I read Pemberton's Bride from Ron Rash's Short Story Collection Chemistry yesterday. It's as strong as advertised. If Nanny and Papa were still alive--they worked the sawmills in Connasauga Tn in the 20's-- and Uncle Roy; they woulda said it was just the way it happened or the way they heard it told.
If you got family anywhere within 200 miles of Murphy, North Carolina, Newport, Tenn or Waynesville, get this story. An eagle, Rattlesnakes, murder, arrogance, blade fight; all the sins of the Old Testament and its judgment are in the 30 odd pages.
It's haunting.
From Monday.
“Acipenser fulvescens,” Rudisell said, the Latin uttered slowly as if an incantation. He put the scute back in his pocket and, without further acknowledgment of Meekins’s existence, stepped around the truck and onto the hardtop. Campbell followed with the fishing equipment and Creech came last with the book. It was a slow, dignified procession. They walked westward toward the store, the late-afternoon sun burnishing their cracked and wasted faces. Coming out of the shadows, they blinked their eyes as if dazzled, much in the manner of old-world saints who have witnessed the blinding brilliance of the one true vision.
Ron Rash from his new collection, worth the price. Not only this one above, but the strong one Pemberton's Bride.
http://www.holtzbrinckpublishers.com/academic/Book/BookDisplayExerpt.asp?BookKey=2658818
And here, another great link from Mother's Day
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/05/13/RVG4CPKFFH1.DTL&type=books
"hangin on for another day."
If you got family anywhere within 200 miles of Murphy, North Carolina, Newport, Tenn or Waynesville, get this story. An eagle, Rattlesnakes, murder, arrogance, blade fight; all the sins of the Old Testament and its judgment are in the 30 odd pages.
It's haunting.
From Monday.
“Acipenser fulvescens,” Rudisell said, the Latin uttered slowly as if an incantation. He put the scute back in his pocket and, without further acknowledgment of Meekins’s existence, stepped around the truck and onto the hardtop. Campbell followed with the fishing equipment and Creech came last with the book. It was a slow, dignified procession. They walked westward toward the store, the late-afternoon sun burnishing their cracked and wasted faces. Coming out of the shadows, they blinked their eyes as if dazzled, much in the manner of old-world saints who have witnessed the blinding brilliance of the one true vision.
Ron Rash from his new collection, worth the price. Not only this one above, but the strong one Pemberton's Bride.
http://www.holtzbrinckpublishers.com/academic/Book/BookDisplayExerpt.asp?BookKey=2658818
And here, another great link from Mother's Day
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/05/13/RVG4CPKFFH1.DTL&type=books
"hangin on for another day."
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