‘All the Dead’ by Pinckney Benedict

Meet Doolittle and Makepeace, this is Huck Finn by way of Tolstoy. The cadence of these stories leaps unmediated from the page. Pure storytelling reminds me of Harry Crews and the disenfranchised voices of the American poor, which are in the majority although you wouldn’t know it from the fiction lists and prize jamborees. From-the-heart storytelling, again like Babel, funny sad tragic screams from behind the screen of stereotype and cliche.

In Town Smokes, Minerva, 1995