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The Devil's Tub: Collected Stories Paperback – June 7, 2016
"Rebound" by Kwame Alexander
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A marvelous writer . . . generous, full of odd detail, very moving . . . to read two pages of Hoagland at random is to know immediately that you are in the hands of a supremely tough-minded man and a man of perfect honesty.” Newsweek
Descriptions that top anything of its kind in fiction.” Time
Edward Hoagland’s collected stories are dazzling. The characters are sometimes in the spotlight (not always; sometimes the light is very dim, indeed): fancy cowboys and competitive motorcycle racersthat light a harsh one, except for the modulations, the perfect pitch, the empathy and real-world awareness the writer puts on display. I’m not the most likely audience for stories about fighters and men on the run from bears, but you know what? The writer cornered me and dragged me into this glorious, furious, believable, yet incredible mess. I’m on the sidelines, totally involved, eating my heart out with admiration. Every story has its own intrinsic logic, every conclusion its understated and elegant power punch. Read this book, please.” Ann Beattie
Praise for Children Are Diamonds:
The ferocious lucidity of Hoagland’s language and the depth of his characters as they navigate political complexity, hellish violence, endless fear, persistent desire, and desperate calculations of survival make for a shattering tale of epic suffering, bitter irony, and miraculous flashes of beauty.” Booklist
A gritty, cinematic story wrapped in brilliant African detail, mesmerizing, from the unforgettable opening scene, on to the end. Quite simply, a masterpiece.” Garrison Keillor
Edward Hoagland has long been both a resolute explorer and a preternaturally versatile writer. He’s written more nonfiction than fiction, but what he brings to this terrifying novelI mean, in addition to his humane vision and exquisite craftis everything he has learned (as Graham Greene learned) from the world. The range and depth of Hoagland’s travel books, and of his many remarkable essays, are on display in this novel set in Africa, where killing and sexual brutality are juxtaposed with humanitarian care. Hoagland’s aid workers are damaged souls, but they haven’t quit. In a world of unbearable inhumanity, what comes across in this intrepid novel is the power of doing the right thingeven, or especially, in a moral outback.” John Irving
Children Are Diamonds is the latest addition to a remarkable collection of books about the war in southern Sudan that evokes the time and place with haunting imagery. Hoagland aptly captures the lives of Western do-gooders and opportunists lured by the adrenaline rush of Africa, evoking the closeness, and the randomness, of death in a war zone.” The New York Times
About the Author
Edward Hoagland has written more than twenty books in sixty years, including travel memoirs (such as Alaskan Travels), essay collections (such as The Courage of Turtles), and novels (such as Children are Diamonds). He worked in the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus while attending Harvard, and later traveled the world from Yemen to Antarctica to Assam, writing for national magazines. He has received numerous literary awards, and taught at ten colleges and universities. A native New Yorker, he divides his time between Martha’s Vineyard and a farmhouse in the mountains of northern Vermont.
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"He heard his dogs already breaking sticks, scrimmaging with a mystery beast around a bend in the path, and hoped that maybe it was just another beaver. Moving sideways, he held his rifle against his chest, but stopped dead when he caught a reflection in a clear puddle ahead of him which seemed to be that of a grizzly sitting dog fashion in the brush with a head like a stump, plain brown and stationary as though neutral, head-on to him, not facing the yelps of the pack. In contrast, the commotion in the alders grew to an uproar as a second grizzly, as purple-colored as a plum, plunged around a boulder in pursuit of Sally and the huskies. Bits of flowers were stuck to her lips from the vegetation she'd been feeding on, but the enormousness of her front legs at such close range astounded Cecil. Under the bulk of her hump, they were undiminished from her shoulders all the way down to her paws - paws that promptly veered toward him, as lithe as a cat's."*
Manly, yes . . . but I like 'em, too.
*from The Beaver House