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Ann Pancake

Autor(a) de Strange as this Weather Has Been

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New Stories from the South 2010: The Year's Best (2010) — Contribuidor — 39 exemplares
New Stories from the South 2004: The Year's Best (2004) — Contribuidor — 33 exemplares
LGBTQ Fiction and Poetry from Appalachia (2019) — Contribuidor — 28 exemplares
Surreal South (2007) — Contribuidor — 12 exemplares

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FYI Review - This collection contains the following short works:
- In Such Light
- Mouseskull
- Arsonists
- Dog Song
- Coop
- The Following
- Said
- Sugar's Up
- Rockhounds
- Sab
- Me and My Dad Listen to Bob Marley
 
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Lemeritus | Nov 20, 2023 |
A few notable quotes:


"Every Christmas Lindy'd stand beside the conveyor belt under electronic monitors with the other passengers, well-dressed and cologned. Behind her, silent and just out of sight, the odor of hunting jacket, of little-washed man, and of the wood smoke he's carried all the way from the house. She knows her father'll try to merge his rust-bitten Chevrolet Citation onto the freeway outside the airport and be forced onto the shoulder before he can snatch his little piece of road. They'll sit across the plastic table under fluorescent lights in Leesburg while he halves a Big mac with his pocketknife, rinses the blade in a cup of water, and dries it in his handkerchief." pg 14

"Shane cuts her a look with snakebit in it. When she leaves the bedroom, he tries to slam the door behind her, but flimsy like it is, it makes only a shabby smack.
She finds herself on the heap of cinderblocks that is their front stoop. The block she sits on wobbles. From under the trailer, a white cat skits out, petrifies at the sight of her, then bullets around the back. It shows clear the knobs of its shoulders and hips, and Lindy recalls first moving out of here. Then most of the dogs and cats outside looked fat. Now the ones inside looked skinny." pg 17

"Her mother had lost several between Lindy and DeeDee. 'Your mother's people have always had an easy time getting pregnant, a hard time staying that way,' her father would say." pg 18

"Connie, on the other hand, is neither disfigured nor desirable. She was born, she knows, with a mild mistake for a face. Her hips and thighs have blossomed enormous, the way the other girls' will, it is true, shortly after high school, but instead of that inspiring sympathy for Connie, it just makes her more ignored. Connie a fleshy premonition no wants to acknowledge, prematurely middle-aged even by the yardstick of a place where middle age can strike in one's twenties." pg 25

"Nearly every other night when Connie wedges herself out the first-story window, suspecting nothing. Their oldest daughter, as far as they're concerned, as sexual as a potato." pg 28

"Kenny's picture sat on top of the TV for years, him startled and midgety under his hat. Army hat like a stewpot upside down on Kenny's tiny head, that big chin looping out like a gourd. Eventually the picture traveled to the bookcase and then on to the wall of the basement stairs, but by that time Mommy, too, had passed. Held on for nine months after the diagnosis and got religion near the end, but she never gave up those cigarettes. Tempered the tar with God." pg 58

"I knew that although neither one of us was happy, she'd learned not to ask her disappointment as many questions." pg 97

"Richard always called it love. Ten years of late suppers and, even on weekends, him asleep in front of the TV by eight p.m. Two hours later, he'd wake and they'd shift to the bed, the brief bucking there. Afterwards, he'd sleep again, as sudden and as deep as if he'd been cold-cocked. Richard was a good boy and a hard worker. And now he's waited two weeks, in his patient, plodding way, to be killed in a car wreck. That week's driver asleep at the wheel ten miles short of home after a day of drywalling." pg 106

"Most of this land would have been my inheritance, and I grew up hunting it, cutting wood off it, running it. I know it better than anyone still living, including the man who owns it now. Never have I seen it so tired, with the deer paths wide as cattle runs up and down the hollow sides, and acornless ground. And the deer themselves, gaunt and puny and sorrowful. Quivering under their flies." pg 113

"The moment the sun falls through, two eyes flash a flat green. Then they go out. I stare harder, but the creature's shrunk from the light. It does not sound again.
Something curls inside me. The dry has drawn it into the well, and there it starves and won't ever get out. And me the last thing to see it, and I can't even tell what it is." pg 115

"As I rode along the smooth-graded gravel road, I squinted to find the good crossing place, where I'd shot a big-bodies eight-point when I was seventeen or so. But near as I could tell, the crossing ran straight through a kit log cabin. And the feel of moving among all those new vacation houses, yet not a soul around. The houses creating an expectation of presence, then their emptiness sucking that expectation inside out. So much emptier on Joby Knob now than when it was just trees." pg 115

"The bullet only has to strike the right place, no bigger than your thumb, and like a key in a lock, it shuts down everything below." pg 134
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runningbeardbooks | 2 outras críticas | Sep 29, 2020 |
As a native of Appalachia, I have read a number of books by our native authors. This novel I would rate among the best, particularly for one quality - it depicts - warmly and compassionately - contemporary life in the homes of the "working poor" of our mountains.

There is likewise a powerful appreciation here for the beautiful mountains and the beautiful people living there. Lloyal Jones has categorized one of the Values of mountain people as "love of place." This book achingly captures that value with a power like few others. The descriptions here of the woods and hills will, if you've moved away, make you homesick. And the characters are strongly drawn with edges and all. Ms. Pancake knows us!

There is, of course, no answer to the question so often on our lips and in our hearts - how can those who live in these beautiful hills so easily destroy them for short-term gain?
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KyCharlie | 8 outras críticas | Apr 3, 2017 |
A book so stark it almost stifles you with its unemotional portrayal of the hidden, oft-stereotyped people of the hills in WV. Excellently written, and nuanced so that the lack of hyperbole allows you to feel the humanity of the characters without indulging in bathos.
 
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50MinuteMermaid | 2 outras críticas | Nov 14, 2013 |

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Obras
3
Also by
5
Membros
259
Popularidade
#88,671
Avaliação
4.0
Críticas
13
ISBN
8
Marcado como favorito
2

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