A psychologically astute... and satisfying novel.
* Starred Kirkus Review *
Every once in awhile, you read a book in which every element fits together so perfectly that you just sit back in awe at the skill of the storyteller. Then Like the Blind Man is one of these books.
* The San Francisco Book Review *
In an American coming-of-age novel, the author presents a stunning story with clarity and historical accuracy, rich in illuminating the Appalachian culture of the time period. ...[It] brings history alive, depicting American union labor practices and the racial prejudices that were so prevalent in the 1950's.
* Publisher's Weekly *
The weight of the world was never meant for the young. With much of faith andlearning, "Then Like the Blind Man" is a strong addition to generalfiction collections with a focus on coming of age tales.
*John Taylor/ The Midwest Book Review*
Orbie's sharecropping grandparents, by defying convention with unnerving grace, become founts of colloquial wisdom whose appeal is impossible to resist, and the Orbie they nurture -- the best version of a boy who may otherwise have been lost -- is someone the reader comes to love.
* Michelle Schingler / ForeWord Book Review *
The magical undercurrent that runs through the story adds to its feeling of other-worldliness, and the symbolism is both omnipresent and beautifully handled...
* Catherine Langrehr / The Indie Reader *
From the Author
Two memories served as starting points for a short story I wrote that eventually became thisnovel. One was of my Kentucky grandmother as she emerged from a shedwith a white chicken held upside down in one of her strong bony hands.I, a boy of nine and a 'city slicker' from Detroit, looked on inwonderment and horror as she summarily wrung the poor creature's neck.It ran about the yard frantically, yes incredibly, as if trying tolocate something it had misplaced as if the known world could be setright again, recreated, if only that one thing was found. And then ofcourse it died. The second memory was of lantern light reflected offstones that lay on either side of a path to a storm cellar me and mygrandparents were headed for one stormy night beneath a tornado'sapproaching din. There was wonderment there too, along with a vast andlooming sense of impending doom.
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