Two pages in and you know the author can tell a story and you are in for a good ride. Recommended by my friend Jack, a writer himself, so I knew this book wouldn’t disappoint. What is it about a good story? What is it about someone arranging words on a page that allow for us to visualize something so detailed we can almost smell it?
Tom Franklin’s Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter is a book based in the South. The Deep South, with a vernacular unique to the world. Family, murder, sadness, the unfair aspects of life and a racial history still alive as an open wound. You feel for the people in the this book. Turning those pages I thought back to the people I’ve known who were wronged, castigated or shunned for less than perfect reasons and it actually hurt to retrieve these thoughts. The characters in this book feel like they have been held underwater to the breaking point, and as the book moves along it feels like they are near the surface, out of air, waiting to break free, or about to die just before they find the light. Get it, read it.
This was a good book, a simple story (hard to do) and vignette into the a small area of the south.
In the words of Mark Twain, “I’d have written you a shorter letter if I had more time.” Or something along those lines. Short, simple, so difficult.