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Provinces of Night
Provinces of Night: A Novel | William Gay
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Its 1952, and E.F. Bloodworth is finally coming home to Ackermans Field, Tennessee. Itinerant banjo picker and volatile vagrant, hes been gone ever since he gunned down a deputy thirty years before. Two of his sons wont be home to greet him: Warren lives a life of alcoholic philandering down in Alabama, and Boyd has gone to Detroit in vengeful pursuit of his wife and the peddler she ran off with. His third son, Brady, is still home, but hes an addled soothsayer given to voodoo and bent on doing whatever it takes to keep E.F. from seeing the wife he abandoned. Only Fleming, E.F.s grandson, is pleased with the old mans homecoming, but Flemings life is soon to careen down an unpredictable path hewn by the beautiful Raven Lee Halfacre. In the great Southern tradition of Faulkner, Styron, and Cormac McCarthy, William Gay wields a prose as evocative and lush as the haunted and humid world it depicts. Provinces of Night is a tale redolent of violence and redemptiona whiskey-scented, knife-scarred novel whose indelible finale is not an ending nearly so much as it is an apotheosis. From the Trade Paperback edition.
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andrew61
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Set in Tenessee in 1952 this is a great story of a family of 3 brothers + a father who is returning after a long absence. The father E F Bloodworth, in his 70s has a reputation for violence in the past and for playing the banjo. The bk also focuses on his grandson Fleming. This was a really enjoyable family drama with great characters and some brilliant scenes. Evokes the region + tensions within families, as well as the exuberance of youth well

TrishB Great review 👍🏻 2w
LeahBergen This sounds good! 2w
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djm001
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"The house was dark and cool, cavelike, scarcely lit by the windows. He took up a book and with it a cold cup of the morning's coffee and went to a chair where light fell through a windowglass and began to read."

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"The day drew on, was swallowed in dusk, in silence. No bird called, no insect. Life in abeyance, the world grinding to a halt, who knew what would follow. Light through the glass grew dim but he read on as the passage of day into night was of no moment."

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Haven't posted in a while. Crazy busy with college. When I get a few minutes of free time, I work my way through this book. Just finished the first section. Really enjoying it. Happy I found this author. Bought two of his other books, and I'm only 73 pages into this one.