Okay. Alright. Stop. You know who you are and what you must be. Wherever you are, in an imagined better place or otherwise. Stop whatever you have been doing and read this fine collection of short stories, the erstwhile fireman's first published work if I'm not mistaken.
Right off the bat, from the get-go, a few pages in unlike the Black Eyed Peas he Got Me laughing, then immediately afterward I felt bad because the situations within these papery borders were definitely not funny, but rather poignant. That's the power of Brown's writing ( this guy opted I think ( a disclaimer I know) not to attend college, but oh boy such talent ! Just being smug that talent is inherent hehe something that I keep saying ) and this amazing dry southern wit that he possessed, sense of humor that was him and on the money, always.
Even when he's killing us with so much bleak reflection of us, and where we are. Where we are stranded for now. Maybe he is just making us sad about where we are headed. Where we must not go and where we must.
I totally loved the first Song in this collection. I enjoyed how our hero was enjoying the movie on his TV as the narration unfolded. The sadness in that short story made me sad. It was the kinda sadness that comes with experience, with having experienced something, with aging, sage, and bittersweet. Feeling you get after living a while. You could tell something had happened with this couple. Something tragic had come to pass. Maybe love that's gone now or the love that won't go away. A story of a centuries-old war between men and women; a war of giving in and then the ultimate defeat; acceptance. Things we do to each other. We need one another but not what we give.
It reminded me of Hemingway's short story, Hills like White Elephants ( one of my favs) only better, well clearer with more open motivations and a wow ending. Wow as in the spine-tingling wordlings.
Tell me, how can this book not make you think of you? It made me think of you, that I know. It made me think of you and make you up. Damn, Larry Brown can write. He used to anyway, he's dead now. And that's saddening and maddening right about now. Want more of him. Nope girls, no reference to your amazing band, my favorite, in this review. A band that features my beloved Jenny Lee * wink wink *
I was rereading this book earlier, sort of (not important which one) and I picked this up. Ugh, this is real, so sooo realistic. Characters that are animated in a way that makes the books that are blessed with them..... hum. As it ought to be. Usually, I am deeply suspicious of the short story genre but I am really appreciative of this book. Boy, his writing is real, so real. I needed that.
Oddly enough, Brown reminds me of Jack Kerouac. Just, just read the books by Larry Brown.
We are riven no more. We are better than ourselves. Insolent nation, now heal.
codicil: In the light of now, in the light of day that never came, those few words above do seem naive. Innocent no more. But Writer still is. There.
We are not going anywhere.
But whoever is having this nightmare, who is there to wake them up? There is no Alice's sister to wake us up from this, there is no Alice dreaming all this either.