Not to be missed: Tim Gautreaux's short story, "Idols," in this week's New Yorker. Hear the echoes--sense the smirk-- of Flannery O'Connor-- in Gautreaux's darkly comic, southern gothic tale."The lawn was a weave of waist-high weeds and fallen limbs punctuated by the otherworldy pink domes of thistle blooms..."
Otherworldy. Pretty much a perfect description of thistle.
Today's SECRET KEEPERS Bootylicious Booktour Blogstop is over at Misadventures with Andi. Here's an excerpt from the interview:
[MWA] If you got your one whiff of a secret keeper, what do you think it would be?
[MF] Oh, that's a good question. For me a whiff of a secret keeper would smell like...[continue reading]
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Thanks, Ms. Friddle, for the Gautreaux short story recommendation. I immediately searched it out last night and promptly read it. Very…umm…not sure, but it has seared some images in my mind.
ReplyDeleteYep-- disquieting--a sign of a good yarn!
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