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High Lonesome Paperback – September 11, 1997
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Regardless, learn from this man if you desire to write decent stuff. I go through his books with a highlighter, marking good lines, of which there are plenty. Here's one from "Get Some Young":
"Walthall bought an ancient Jaguar sedan for nothing, and when it ran, smelling like Britain on the skids or the glove of a soiled duke..."
Like all good southern writers, Hannah uncovers the contradictions and depravities of the South with beautiful language. The previously-mentioned story is full of odd characters, while "A Creature in the Bay of St. Louis" is a laid-back story of youthful misadventure; "Carriba" is a bizarre tale of disgrace and redemption (?) with some great language; "Snerd and Niggero" deals with adultery, southern-style, and so on. Twisted southern living portrayed with magical prose.
Hannah is a joy to read (although not an easy read at times), and his works sparkle with lyrical gems that shine for you even if you don't know a bijou from a beignet.
At the close of "Repulsed," one of the thirteen short stories from Barry Hannah's fine new collection, the narrator discloses that in his "line of work you find at least one monster in every block. A sorry rule," he continues, "but one without which I wouldn't be necessary at all. There isn't hardly any kind of human ugliness can live by itself forever. It can't keep, it's got to leap out on parade. Then they call me."
Of course, this itinerant trumpeter and his muse--the vision of a floating, toasted French loaf mysteriously suspended en route to his elderly neighbor's mouth--is not the only character on call in the superbly crafted pages of Hannah's fiction: High Lonesome continues the wondrous parade of ugliness and neuroses we have come to expect from the author of Bats Out of Hell and Ray.
Hannah has commented that "it is up to the author to be a scientist of the word," and his most recent collection proceeds to fashion an astounding language that gives a grotesquely eloquent voice to even the most pathetic of voyeurs. Consider the meticulously deviant narrator of "Through Sunset into the Raccoon Night" who begs for "minor disasters," and whose idea of a good date is to cruise the highway in search of the perfect wreck. This closet capitalist eventually sees himself in his wife's impassioned consumerism when he returns home to find that his raccoon-friendly muscadine arbor has been usurped by an elaborate metal imitation. "But my raccoon, my arbor, my self!" he screams, while we try to decide whether we are laughing at or with him.Read more ›
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My book club selected genres for this year. When Barry Hannah died our local newspaper ran an obituary in the editorial section with glowing priase of his writing ability and the... Read morePublished on August 22, 2010 by Gail
High Lonesome takes the cake, for me, as Barry Hannah's most invigorating publication (although I have not yet read three or four of his others). Read morePublished on April 12, 2008 by Bryan Moats
Hannah's got a pretty stellar reputation, and yet, whenever I've browsed his books in the library or bookstore, they never quite grabbed me. Read morePublished on December 27, 2005 by A. Ross