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Set in rural Tennessee in the 1940s, The Long Home will bring to mind once again the greatest Southern novelists and will haunt the reader with its sense of solitude , longing, and the deliverance that is always just out of reach.
Billy Edgewater is a harbinger of doom. Estranged from his family, discharged from the Navy, and touched by a rising desperation, he sets out hitchhiking home to East Tennessee, where his father is slowly dying.
On the road, separately, are Sudy and Bradshaw, brother and sister, and a one-armed con man named Roosterfish. All, in one way or another, have their pasts and futures embroiled with D.L. Harkness, a predator in all the ways there are. Hounded at every turn by scams, vigilantes, grievous loss, and unspeakable violence, Edgewater navigates the long road home, searching for a place that may be nothing but memory.
Hailed as “a seemingly effortless storyteller” by the New York Times Book Review and “a writer of striking talent” by the Chicago Tribune, William Gay, with this long-awaited novel, secures his place alongside Faulkner, O’Connor, and McCarthy as one of the greatest novelists in the Southern Gothic tradition.
In the great Southern tradition of Faulkner, Styron, and Cormac McCarthy, William Gay wields a prose as evocative and lush as the haunted and humid world it depicts. Provinces of Night is a tale redolent of violence and redemption–a whiskey-scented, knife-scarred novel whose indelible finale is not an ending nearly so much as it is an apotheosis.
His debut collection, I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down, brings together what Gay's dedicated readers are eager for and what new readers will find the perfect introduction to his world: thirteen stories that are mined from this same fertile soil teeming with the grizzled, everyday folk that Gay is famous for bringing to life. In these pages readers meet old man Meecham, who escapes from his new nursing home only to find his son has rented their homestead to "white trash"; Quincy Nell Qualls, who not only falls in love with the town lothario but, pregnant, is faced with an inescapable end when he abandons her; Finis and Doneita Beasley, whose forty-year marriage is broken up by a dead dog; Bobby Pettijohn, who is awakened in the middle of the night by the noise and lights of a search party looking for clues after a body is discovered in his backwoods.
William Gay expertly sets these conflicted people who make bad choices in life and love against lush back-country scenery, and somehow manages to defy moral logic as we grow to love his characters for the weight of their human errors. Diverse as these tales are, what connects them is the powerful voice of a born storyteller.
A stirring literary rendition of Tennessee's famed Curse of the Bell Witch, Little Sister Death skillfully toes the line between Southern Gothic and Horror and further cements William Gay’s legacy as not only one of the South’s finest writers, but among the best that American literature has to offer.
Mais Thibodeaux a repéré la belle, ainsi que la valise pleine de billets verts déposée dans une voiture, la nuit, près d’une piste d’atterrissage désaffectée, et a pris la fuite avec elle. Étourdis par tant d’argent, ils ne cherchent même pas à brouiller leur piste. S’y engouffrent, l’un après l’autre, Stoneburner et un baron de la drogue local, fort mécontent d’avoir été roulé...
La demeure éternelle met en scène la confrontation entre deux générations, deux sortes d'hommes : Dallas Hardin, le Mal incarné, obsédé par l'argent et complètement insensible à la valeur d'une vie humaine, impose à tous sa volonté par la force et la ruse, protégé par l'impunité que lui confèrent son audace et sa cruauté. Nathan Winer, jeune et forte tête, travaille de ses mains, qu'il a costaudes, pour se nourrir, ainsi que sa mère : son père a disparu un beau matin de 1933 quand le gamin n'avait que 7 ans.
Dix ans plus tard, William Tell Oliver, le vieux ramasseur de ginseng qui a vu ce qui s'est réellement passé le jour de la disparition de Winer père et n'a rien dit sur le moment,