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by Dave N.
Recently finished-
Southernmost by Silas House. Meh. Started strong and got tedious.
The Horse by Willy Vlautin. Tore through it over the course of a couple of nights. Vlautin gets bleak again with his usual themes of alcoholism and depression. This time it’s a musician on the casino circuit who retires to a remote mining claim in Nevada. A blind horse suddenly appears outside his trailer, and he has no idea what to do with it. Vlautin does a great job writing about music and musicians, probably because he’s a musician-turned-writer himself.
Desperation Road by Michael Farris Smith. Some of the same themes as Larry Brown’s Fay, but I liked it better than Fay. I like the cut of MFS’s jib, and I’ll be looking into his other books. Mississippi has an incredible array of literary talent. It may be last place in a lot of things, but it certainly rides the crest of storytelling.
Speaking of musicians-turned-writers, I’m starting John Darnielle’s Universal Harvester when I get home from work today. I’ve read his others and have enjoyed them all, even if the first one was a little clunky. He certainly has my respect.