Ron Rash gives his new

Ron Rash, born in South Carolina in 1953, dune chair holder at the University, wrote poems, short stories and novels. His first novel published in France in 2009, one foot in heaven, made a strong impression and Serena in 2011, limpose as one of the great contemporary American writers. His latest book, Incandescences, has just appeared.
It comes this time of a collection of twelve new. In the wild scenery, the Appalachians, at various seasons, in deep snow or during drought, and different times, during the Civil War and the end of the fifties, Ron Rash kit wonderful stories featuring the humble, those who struggle between poverty and violence ranging up to death. Endearing portraits, for better or for worse, here we fly eggs to be able to eat there a drug addict son steals his parents; grave robbers, a pyromaniac, an old man off-the-law pursued by a ranger of the national parks, a rock guitarist in a move shabby
As you play, you go from the cold violence (Hard Times) to black humor (Dead Confederate), the uncertainty of (Incandescences) to desperate humor (Shooting Star), unless the writer does sessaye poetic genre (LEnvol ). Let's be clear, however, all texts are not at the same level, one or two (Back) Mount left on my hunger. The writing is always impeccable, even when the author adopts a "redneck" language to some dialogues.
The time seemed long since A land Dombre, book published last lan, Ron Rash gives us some news, they are good and we therefore look forward to his next novel.

"Her great aunt was born on that land, had lived eight decades, and also knew what knew her husband and children. That's what had always supported, and she was able to announce to the nearest week when the first dogwood flower illuminate the ridge, the first would be pretty ripe round black to be picked. Then his mind sétait lost in a place where it navait able to follow, taking with him all the people around him, their names and the links between them, sils sils were still living or dead. But his body sétait lingered, stripped dun be intimate, as empty cicada shell quune. "