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Tales for Our Times
on October 8, 2014
Keith Rawson writes tough stories about tough times and he doesn’t pull his punches. (And he’s not wearing boxing gloves either—his blows land with bone-crunching force that leaves blood dripping from the knuckles. See “The Lesson of Blood” for more on that subject.)
The people in his stories are under pressure from within and without and unlike lumps of coal that turn to diamonds given enough time and pressure, the characters here transform into very human monsters. And when all the emotions that make them human fall away—love is the first to go—hate is still there and self-loathing, and disgust.
And chaos. There is always chaos.
The title story—a tale of corporate-driven desperation so real you can smell the character’s flopsweat.—is so visceral that it may just give you nightmares.
In a good way.
Rawson’s stories are not for sissies. But then, life isn’t for sissies either.