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"Whenever
there was a flood, people from half the county would come down to see
the sight. After a gully-washer there would not be any work to do
anyway. If it didn’t ruin your crop, you couldn’t plow and you felt
like taking a holiday to celebrate. If it did ruin your crop, there
wasn’t anything to do except try to take your mind off the mortgage, if
you were rich enough to have a mortgage, and if you couldn’t afford a
mortgage you needed something to take your mind off how hungry you
would be by Christmas. So people would come down to the bridge and look
at the flood. It made something different from the run of days."
Reviewed by Amy Charles
Best
of LSU Fiction leads, as it must, with a short story by Robert
Penn Warren. Warren is LSU’s escaped star; from Kentucky
originally, he spent 1933-42 teaching at Louisiana State, and while
there cofounded its literary magazine, The Southern Review.
His array of prizes and achievements is a distraction from the
writing and yet I must, with some irony, note that he was the first
U.S. Poet Laureate and a major force in New Criticism, which
importuned readers to pay attention to the work itself and not the
writer, his time, or any other externality. His novel All the
King’s Men remains a classic of American literature and won him
his first Pulitzer Prize (two others were in poetry); he was, in
important ways, a public and guiding literary and intellectual voice.
Warren left LSU and headed north to Minnesota, thence to Yale, where
he spent the next nearly forty years.
I
hesitate to describe the Warren story in this book, Blackberry
Winter; it’s been anthologized plenty but not worn out,
certainly not in recent decades, written as it was by a white man
from the American South (we have one of those for the roster, after
all; his name is Faulkner, and he wrote two very old and probably
irrelevant or even racist stories, A Rose for Emily and Barn
Burning). I hesitate because I have no intention at all of
ruining this story for the reader, and by itself it’s worth the
price of the book. So I will yield the excerpt above and the fact
that the story is set long ago on a farm in Tennessee, with the
narrator telling what he saw as a nine-year-old boy. Beyond that I’ll
say only that it takes profound understanding of human trials and
ways to make a reader burst into tears at the end without knowing
why, and make her wait for her understanding to catch up with
emotion. His prose is as fine as you would expect, and you should
read it.
The
other nineteen stories in the book cannot, unfortunately, compare
favorably with the first, and it would be unreasonable to expect them
to. But they are a paean to a much-beloved writing program that has
been a home to Southern writers since its founding, and readers with
a particular interest in American writing programs will enjoy the
biographical details that preface each story. Notable in the
collection are journalist John Ed Bradley’s college-town novel
excerpt, Famous Days, and Rebecca Wells’ story of local
betrayal, E-Z Boy War. Bradley’s story reads like a polished
draft, not a finished story, but the voice is measured and careful,
not exceeding its abilities and refusing to showboat; a scene with a
man discovering his wrecked car is clear, moving, and genuine. You
get the sense that Bradley knows what’s important in the commerce
between people. Wells, best known for her blockbuster 1996 novel, The
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, knows a story when she
sees one and can tell it like a pro, which is more than can be said
of most people walking around with MFAs.
Other familiar names
abound. A Walker Percy story, slow and rather watery, chronicles a
student’s loneliness and his first tentative steps in becoming a
dual citizen of New York and the South; the work of Vance Bourjaily,
who passed away recently, is also included. Jean Stafford’s
outraged and autobiographical fever dream, The Interior Castle,
is highly wrought. Andrei Codrescu’s short pieces are
representative and will be familiar to NPR listeners, complete with
trademark accent and broad-gauge irony. Moira Crone is, perhaps, less
well-known than these others, but her Gaugin pulls off
something remarkable: she uses the work of a major painter without
making the reader wish she was looking at the painting instead of
reading the story. And James Wilcox, familiar to readers of the New
York Times Book Review, has a sure and literary voice in his Camping
Out.
The volume overall is,
I am sure, of great interest to those connected with LSU’s writing
program and others who are curious about the relationships among
generations of LSU writers, also to those who want a glimpse of the
stories that come from that place. But I confess I am distracted by
LSU’s moment with Robert Penn Warren, and must recommend his long
poem Brother to Dragons, which is also published by LSU Press.
I’d been carrying this book from apartment to apartment for years
without reading it, and I ought to have paid attention to Randall
Jarrell’s blurb on the front cover, declaring it Warren’s best
work. This is an astonishingly good poem, involving Thomas Jefferson,
his kin, and the murder of a young slave; within five pages we are
down at the crux of the blind and grotesque racial evil in the U.S.
Constitution, a mythic view that as a Northerner I hadn’t the wit
to notice. It is obviously and tragically true once Warren has
pointed it out: "And doom is always domestic, it purrs like a
cat/And the absolute traitor lurks in some sweet corner of the
blood."
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