Date: 27 April 2002
She wrote this young. She is not read that much anymore, I read an article in the New Yorker about her or I wouldn't have read this. In the south a bunch of weirdos hang around a diner/ deaf man. The diner is the best character, a place open as late as you want serving the basics, meatloaf, turkey, soup etc. A place that makes you long to hang out with nothing to do but eat a piece of pie. The people are just traits unconnected by good dialogue or penetrating psychology. The story cheap gothic rambling, with some token race stuff added in for melodrama. Better than Ian Macewan worse than Faulkner.
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