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    <body><![CDATA[&quot;Don't come out my farm no more with your damn insemnation racket. We got rid the Holstins. Guess we stick with god local Jersey stock. Do it the old fashion way with a BULL.<br/>—Minkton M. Blood&quot;<br/>It’s a rich, dark, often humorous, in ways painful, epic escapade.  <br/><br/>An...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/10837377">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[if anyone had told me that i could open a book that began with a rape and murder and by the end of the book actually empathise with the male character, i'd have called them nuts. but i did. ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Reproduced as graphics that preface narrative sections, the postcards in this novel -- communications between the Blood family and their son Loyal, as well as other personal mail and advertising material -- progressively reveal the insecurity of the rural Bloods in the changing post-war world. Loyal has fled into exile after an accidental killing, but cannot find a haven of rest. The family patriarch, Mink, writes vitriolic letters to local agricultural agents when the real object of his ire is his absent son. Loyal's brother sends off for an artificial arm to replace the one he lost in an accident; his sister answers a mail order ad for a husband. Through the mail, Proulx inventively reveals the inchoate longings of a difficult existence in this winner of the 1993 PEN/Faulkner Award.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Proulx is fucking brilliant. The first book I read by her was Shipping News and I was blown away at how she, like ee cummings used punctuation or the lack thereof to make words hang like actual things.<br/><br/>I think Postcards was her first book but that she couldn't get it published until Shipp...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/11601691">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Reproduced as graphics that preface narrative sections, the postcards in this novel -- communications between the Blood family and their son Loyal, as well as other personal mail and advertising material -- progressively reveal the insecurity of the rural Bloods in the changing post-war world. Loyal has fled into exile after an accidental killing, but cannot find a haven of rest. The family patriarch, Mink, writes vitriolic letters to local agricultural agents when the real object of his ire is his absent son. Loyal's brother sends off for an artificial arm to replace the one he lost in an accident; his sister answers a mail order ad for a husband. Through the mail, Proulx inventively reveals the inchoate longings of a difficult existence in this winner of the 1993 PEN/Faulkner Award.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Annie Proulx can write, she is a genius with description. The problem lies in the depressive nature of the story and in the assumption that we will understand her obfuscation about Billy's death and the nature of what is wrong with Loyal. She describes but doesn't explain. I realized that I would ne...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/66894093">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Reproduced as graphics that preface narrative sections, the postcards in this novel -- communications between the Blood family and their son Loyal, as well as other personal mail and advertising material -- progressively reveal the insecurity of the rural Bloods in the changing post-war world. Loyal has fled into exile after an accidental killing, but cannot find a haven of rest. The family patriarch, Mink, writes vitriolic letters to local agricultural agents when the real object of his ire is his absent son. Loyal's brother sends off for an artificial arm to replace the one he lost in an accident; his sister answers a mail order ad for a husband. Through the mail, Proulx inventively reveals the inchoate longings of a difficult existence in this winner of the 1993 PEN/Faulkner Award.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[A <em>hard</em> book--not difficult to read, but the characters are hardened, their lives unforgiving, the land stark and mean. Bones jut up out of the soil and rock of this book, suddenly exposed and horrifying. <br/><br/>Proulx contrasts well against Kingsolver, who is all life, growth and healing, while...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/36016054">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Reproduced as graphics that preface narrative sections, the postcards in this novel -- communications between the Blood family and their son Loyal, as well as other personal mail and advertising material -- progressively reveal the insecurity of the rural Bloods in the changing post-war world. Loyal has fled into exile after an accidental killing, but cannot find a haven of rest. The family patriarch, Mink, writes vitriolic letters to local agricultural agents when the real object of his ire is his absent son. Loyal's brother sends off for an artificial arm to replace the one he lost in an accident; his sister answers a mail order ad for a husband. Through the mail, Proulx inventively reveals the inchoate longings of a difficult existence in this winner of the 1993 PEN/Faulkner Award.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[The story of a rural family and the struggles they go through: 1940s - 1980s.  <br/><br/>There's a lot going on here.  <br/><br/>The oldest son flees the family farm in an attempt to cover up a murder... or maybe an accidental death?  It's never really made clear what exactly happened with his girlf...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/49968242">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Reproduced as graphics that preface narrative sections, the postcards in this novel -- communications between the Blood family and their son Loyal, as well as other personal mail and advertising material -- progressively reveal the insecurity of the rural Bloods in the changing post-war world. Loyal has fled into exile after an accidental killing, but cannot find a haven of rest. The family patriarch, Mink, writes vitriolic letters to local agricultural agents when the real object of his ire is his absent son. Loyal's brother sends off for an artificial arm to replace the one he lost in an accident; his sister answers a mail order ad for a husband. Through the mail, Proulx inventively reveals the inchoate longings of a difficult existence in this winner of the 1993 PEN/Faulkner Award.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Viewed from the most obvious angle, this is bleakest novel I've read in years. At the outset, Loyal, an earnest do-it-by-the-book younger brother living on a hard-scrabble dairy farm, abruptly exiles himself to a life of wandering. Reacting in rage to this loss of much-needed help, the father shoots...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/39703157">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm not sure if I'm enjoying this book or not - it's so bleak and the characters all seem doomed to a horrible end - and are certainly experiencing pretty terrible middles. Nonetheless, it's really well written and my endless optimism leaves me hoping that something amazing will happen for the chara...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/17610393">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I have a passionate love-hate relationship with 'Postcards'. I adore Proulx's use of language and turn of phrase, but after a few pages her extremely poetic style pummells your brain into submission. Similarly, the disjointed quasi-vignettes of characters that the reader receives are in turns enjoya...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/69350283">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Another great, tragic Proulx novel.  She hits the nail on the head with human weaknesses and really tells it like it is.  This is what I love about her writing--it's beautiful but very harsh at the same time.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[The Shipping News was on my Top 20 list for both 1997 and for all contemporary reads. It has been suggested to me that this text is better. Along the way, however, I read the newer Accordion Crimes and was disappointed and I, unfortunately, must rank Postcards closer to Crimes than to News. I think ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/69455004">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Where is the lesson?  That bad luck dogs the guilty, who remain unredeemed forever, and that no one can be fulfilled or happy?  Is there no joy to be found anywhere in the human condition?  This book makes perseverance an undesirable trait punishable by terminal frustration, and could be entitled &quot;...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/62212846">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Fabulous! Deep sense of place and vibrant characters whom you get to know through their behavior. The use of 'postcards' is a bit gimmicky and tiresome, but the story is so wide-ranging that they do help keep you grounded. Wonderful use of language to convey character and social class. The main acti...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74585858">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Annie Proulx is gifted with short stories, you may have heard of Brokeback Mountain?  :-)  Clever premise in this book - each chapter starts with a postcard, interweaving storylines throughout.  The Blood family are farmers in New England. Who knew farming could be so bleak?  Not only is their situa...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/48375065">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I got this book from my Book of the Month club...&quot;a story of the Blood family, New England farmers who must confront the twentieth century--and their own extinction.&quot;<br/><br/>This is really not a feel-good book, at all.  It's main theme seems to be hopelessness.  Pretty tough stuff.]]></body>
    
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