What can one say? This is a truly superb cookbook, and lavishly illustrated too. Great recipes, and many of them work on the hour time-frame--prep andWhat can one say? This is a truly superb cookbook, and lavishly illustrated too. Great recipes, and many of them work on the hour time-frame--prep and cooking. This is a keeper, to be sure....more
This really is an amazing cookbook. Would I make every recipe? No. I like fish and shell-fish, but my wife does not. What is particularly lovely aboutThis really is an amazing cookbook. Would I make every recipe? No. I like fish and shell-fish, but my wife does not. What is particularly lovely about this cookbook is that the recipes are centered around the four seasons of the year. A fellow (or lady) can sort of take a shopping list and pots and pans and gin up some seriously quality food that's gonna match what is available in the local farmers' markets. I've gone through and starred what I'll be trying. I'll keep you posted, but I'm salivating already. And if you ain't hungry it'll damn sure make you want to visit Castello di Vicarello and try try some of Aurora Basccheschi Berti's food and and bed and breakfast!...more
What a poignantly beautiful little novel. This is the story of a young woman, Laurel, who lives in a small valley (the "cove") in the Appalachian MounWhat a poignantly beautiful little novel. This is the story of a young woman, Laurel, who lives in a small valley (the "cove") in the Appalachian Mountains of western North Carolina. Laurel is basically shunned by all of the folks that live around her because of her port-wine stain birthmark that they believe marks her as a witch. This novel takes place several months after America's entry in the First World War.
During the course of the novel we meet Laurel's older brother, who has returned from France after having lost a hand in combat. The brother and sister find a mute young man, Walter, one day who has been badly stung by yellow-jackets and they nurse him back to health. Walter ends up helping Hank and Laurel as they fix up the family farm in the cove.
There's an almost Thomas Hardy-like quality to the telling of this pastoral tale, and the reader can't help but fall in love with Laurel, appreciate the stolid Hank, and wonder about the mystery of young Walter. But, like a Hardy novel, the reality of life always has a way of interjecting itself into the scene. While I don't want to give anything away, suffice it to say that the ending is dramatic and not altogether unexpected.
I have visited Great Smoky Mountains National Park and much of the region of western North Carolina and this novel really connected with me. I can't express how delighted I am to have recently discovered the fiction and poetry of Ron Rash, an author that truly seems to have his finger on the pulse of Appalachia--the environment and the people....more
A short-story collection that will kick your butt! It is so unfair, and so cliche, to compare Ron Rash's fiction to Cormac McCarthy's; and while I canA short-story collection that will kick your butt! It is so unfair, and so cliche, to compare Ron Rash's fiction to Cormac McCarthy's; and while I can understand people doing that, it is wrong on so many levels. Rash has his own voice and has his own muse. This particular collection is amazing and the stories span the 19th through the 21st centuries. There are thirty-four stories here and thirteen of them were absolute showstoppers for me.
When I wore a younger man's clothes I 'pooh-poohed' short-story collections. Don't ask me why, I really haven't a clue. Now I realize that it is the sign of a master of the craft of writing to be able to cobble together a short story in a few thousand words or less--and some of Rash's stories are very short. But they pack a wallop.
Here's an example of Rash's brilliant and lyrical prose from his story, Shiloh--a brutal Civil War battle fought in Tennessee in April 1862--
"They knew from the massing of troops this was to be a battle, not a skirmish. That last morning their regiment had passed a Dunker church, beyond it a plowed field tended only by scarecrows. The braggarts and raw cobs spoke little now as the battle's racket encircled them like a noose. Officers rode back and forth on skittish horses. Those who'd gone before them littered the ground, so many Benjamin wondered if a single man yet survived. Soon they smelled gunpowder, watched its smoke drift toward them. More bodies appeared. Dobbins picked up a dirt clod, squeezed it. Habit, Benjamin thought, as Dobbins let the grains sift through his fingers. Good soil, Wray had asked. Not the best, Dobbins had answered, but I reckon it to cover our bodies enough."
This is the Appalachia of our country, these stories express the heart and soul of our American brothers and sisters. You'll find your family and friends in each and every one of these stories. Ron Rash chronicles what it is to be you, to be me, to be an American; and he does it with poetic lyricism. This is good stuff, folks!...more