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Daddy's ➥ [Ebook] ➠ Daddy's By Lindsay Hunter ➯ – Buyprobolan50.co.uk Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places A woman struggles to survive her boyfrien Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend s terror preparations A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog s electric collar Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head spinning read.


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  1. Jenn(ifer) Jenn(ifer) says:

    In my world, reading and meals often go together I ll read a bit in the morning while I eat a bowl of raisin bran, read a bitat my desk between bites of my sandwich In the evenings, I often find myself trying to finish a chapter as I prepare dinner Then there are the times when I don t feel much like reading, and instead I will take a walk to a restaurant by myself, forgo the book and just eavesdrop on the conversations around me More often than not, I m surrounded by university studen In my world, reading and meals often go together I ll read a bit in the morning while I eat a bowl of raisin bran, read a bitat my desk between bites of my sandwich In the evenings, I often find myself trying to finish a chapter as I prepare dinner Then there are the times when I don t feel much like reading, and instead I will take a walk to a restaurant by myself, forgo the book and just eavesdrop on the conversations around me More often than not, I m surrounded by university students chattering about their classes, or colleagues yammering on about work Once in awhile I ll catch a bit of a juicy conversation, but mostly its just a lot of jibber jabber This book reminds me of what it might be like if I dreamed about going out to lunch and eavesdropping on conversations In the dream, I order a bowl of boiled entrails with a side of deep fried pigs feet The other customers in the seedy diner are a haggard lot they smell of pickles and sin As I sit and eat, I listen The woman at the table behind me confesses to a friend that she is obsessed with pleasuring herself by taking her dog s collar and placing it against her panties and then making her way to the boundaries of the electric fence.Another woman tells a rumor of someone in a nearby town and her very unusual baby The baby weighed 75 pounds at three months by 6 months he was almost tall enough to reach the freezer door He had man hands and liked to suck on pork chop bones One day she took the boy to the playground and left him there, driving off, watching him get smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror The dream me doesn t seem to think these conversations are at all odd or out of the ordinary The dream me continues to munch on pigs feet and orders a glass of water to wash it down The glass has an old lipstick mark and some little bits are floating around in the liquid I put my mouth over the lipstick mark and take a huge gulp of water I let out an ahhhh, then go back to eavesdropping I glance up at the man and woman at the table next to me His nose was recently broken what once were purple bruises have faded to pale yellow She has a cast on her arm and her crutches are resting silently against the booth They say nothing just stare vacantly out the window with untouched plates of food in front of them Two other women chatter on about last night s one night stand with that guy who smelled like bacon and was missing a tooth The guy jerked himself off in her bed in the morning while she stood there watching, then wiped himself off with her sheets When I wake from this dream, I feel dirty I have that ache in the pit of my stomach you know, the one that makes you wonder when the other shoe is going to drop I ll take amnesia for 500, Alex


  2. Arthur Graham Arthur Graham says:

    There s something about the heat, the pink evening sky, the palm trees undulating in the Wal Mart parking lot it s magic. Author Lindsay Hunter on her home state of FloridaI received this book as a gift from a dear friend of mine about two months back, and I ve only just now gotten around to reading reviewing it Daddy s, a flash collection billed as a Southern Gothic infused bait box of temptation, was personally recommended to me on the grounds that it s a naughty, dirty, wacky awesome bo There s something about the heat, the pink evening sky, the palm trees undulating in the Wal Mart parking lot it s magic. Author Lindsay Hunter on her home state of FloridaI received this book as a gift from a dear friend of mine about two months back, and I ve only just now gotten around to reading reviewing it Daddy s, a flash collection billed as a Southern Gothic infused bait box of temptation, was personally recommended to me on the grounds that it s a naughty, dirty, wacky awesome book , presumably because that s the kind of shit I m into.Well, who was I fooling She was right of course.However, I would also add that it s an unsavorily sweet and wholesomely perverted book as well, much of it related with the same kind of dark, wide eyed wonder we d usually expect from small, disturbed children, or David Lynch films Wild at Heart meets Eraserhead, I m thinking Each vignette centers on some twisted, hilarious, potentially scarring episode from hick town America, yet most of the characters are easy enough to relate to and sympathize with, if only for the humorously heartbreaking manner in which their stories are told.This book could well be the American cousin of Mark Staniforth s Fryupdale, which deals with similar themes across the pond


  3. Jasmine Jasmine says:

    There is another review I wrote a while ago that talks about how fiction is kind of a response to a feeling that hume metaphorizes as when we live we can only live a sketch, there isn t time for drafting or going back to fill in the missing pieces And basically in that review I concluded fiction was a way of trying to draft things to go and color in an experience we d never had and never will have, basically to live a different life I don t suddenly disagree with that, but reading this book I There is another review I wrote a while ago that talks about how fiction is kind of a response to a feeling that hume metaphorizes as when we live we can only live a sketch, there isn t time for drafting or going back to fill in the missing pieces And basically in that review I concluded fiction was a way of trying to draft things to go and color in an experience we d never had and never will have, basically to live a different life I don t suddenly disagree with that, but reading this book I think it might also be a way of retraumatizing, or even reliving trauma when you can control it I don t mean to say that I think the things in this book really happened to lindsay hunter because I have no way of knowing that But I do think this book leaks pain in a way that a lot of books even ones that aren t about terrible things happening don t I guess the way I want to review this book is to talk about books it reminds me of Famous Fathers and Other StoriesTo be honest, I don t remember the actual stories in famous fathers I do remember feeling like there was a sense of damage But for me it felt like a sense of resolved damage Like it had been worked through and dealt with and was being put out the worldin a sense of, this is what I m past, not this is what I am Daddy s doesn t feel that way to me, it feels preoccupied with the damage Maybe that s a working through instead of a presentation, maybe that is something hunter is manufacturing, but I think that for me at least this book is muchemotionally jarring than pia ever was Suburban PornographyOkay honestly this book just came to mind because they are both so sexual but I mean differently so While firth tends to be obsessed with the tradition, with the regular, hunter s book obsesses on the strange, the abnormal and even the degradation of the sexual object The sexual object becomes something to mock, to study, to reject if it doesn t turn out to be exact as opposed to the feeling in firth that it is something to be desired a prize to be achieved This book as tends to make the sexual object the narrational core while in firth the sexual object is outside the narrator This positioning I think is really interesting and much less common how often is the focus an object, it definitely creates interesting conflicts between the emotional core of the store and the intense attempt to objectify the narrator The Things They CarriedOkay I actually think there is a bit of a war going on in the hunter book The stories feel like reliving emotional trauma, and like the O brien I think they aren t being relived in the same physical space but in the same emotional space Stories about different physical events constantly tend to bring up the same traumatic feelings for me at least which makes me think theimportant aspects aren t the events but the senses of depersonalization and abandonment, just like for o brien what s important isn t necessarily who does what but rejection and guilt I guess in short I think this is a really powerful book but also a really difficult book to read


  4. Blair Blair says:

    We wouldn t mention how glamorous it felt to say we were bored, and how in the dark we got chill bumps up and down our arms at the idea that this was life, and life smelled like peach carpet spray and cinnamon chewing gum and cheap flavored wine, all backwashed up. The stories in Daddy s are like diamonds tiny, rock hard, but dazzling or sparklers bright, brief, dangerous if you get too close They could be summed up by picking any line out at random, but the above the concluding senten We wouldn t mention how glamorous it felt to say we were bored, and how in the dark we got chill bumps up and down our arms at the idea that this was life, and life smelled like peach carpet spray and cinnamon chewing gum and cheap flavored wine, all backwashed up. The stories in Daddy s are like diamonds tiny, rock hard, but dazzling or sparklers bright, brief, dangerous if you get too close They could be summed up by picking any line out at random, but the above the concluding sentence of the stream of consciousness, first person plural Fifteen just says everything about the feel of Hunter s writing It has a character all its own, one composed of junk food, sex, emptiness, disgust and the sort of things you think are glamorous and beautiful when you re a teenager and you ve grown up dirt poor and don t know any better It s stupendous it s disgusting It feels a bit like it s set in an alternate version of our world, albeit a very similar one, only slightly closer to the apocalypse and you d be forgiven for thinking Circle K only exists in Hunter s universe Hunter s description of her influences here Cormac McCarthy, the Drive by Truckers, the art of Wes Freed, murder TV shows makes perfect sense she mentions Amelia Gray, too, whoseThreatsI was reminded of when readingDon t Kiss MeThe subtitle of Daddy s is 24 fictions by Lindsay Hunter , and fictions does indeed seem like aappropriate term for these fragments of lives that feel like small broken pieces of something much bigger


  5. Kevin Kevin says:

    All of the five star reviews for this are warranted Hunter is fearless when it comes to content AND the style that she dresses it in There are moments in this beautifully designed book that threaten to go over the top and sure, it probably does but sometimes great books do that The envelope is not just pushed, but it s pulled as well Torn apart with wild spasms Hunter should be read widely and she should be watched closely I will bet that she fucks shit up for a long time At least I h All of the five star reviews for this are warranted Hunter is fearless when it comes to content AND the style that she dresses it in There are moments in this beautifully designed book that threaten to go over the top and sure, it probably does but sometimes great books do that The envelope is not just pushed, but it s pulled as well Torn apart with wild spasms Hunter should be read widely and she should be watched closely I will bet that she fucks shit up for a long time At least I hope so


  6. c.vance c.vance c.vance c.vance says:

    thought girls were to grow out of this phase of angst in their mid late teens when they run away from home, drink to justify opening legs to older men then sit in coffeeshops and write in journals about it all so much of these stories seem from that stereotype of an era, albethem tolerably better written in verbiage if not construct.and it reinforces the fact that genders should rarely write from the POV of another s here, they come across as base and insipid however, and this is why it thought girls were to grow out of this phase of angst in their mid late teens when they run away from home, drink to justify opening legs to older men then sit in coffeeshops and write in journals about it all so much of these stories seem from that stereotype of an era, albethem tolerably better written in verbiage if not construct.and it reinforces the fact that genders should rarely write from the POV of another s here, they come across as base and insipid however, and this is why it is not getting one or two stars, this poverty of perspective comes across as a parody as intentionally atrocious since there is no way it could be intended to be honest it is bad morally and in the way it is executed but so bad that it is interesting and with a few lines that make the writing stand outthan the nonsense on the page helps muchly that only a few of the stories are from a male perspective.that, and the thing that stuck out most was a repeated sense of sex smelling like the sea author lives in Chicago and maybe those lakes of greatness pass as seas to some and their smell is different than the oceans i ve been around because there are a great many great scents to associate with fucking but that one was repeatedly lost on me.still, for some reason i didn t hate it and cannot, for the life of me, really figure out why


  7. Ethel Rohan Ethel Rohan says:

    I d like to lock myself in a room with Goodreads for a week I ve read so many great books in the past year and I want to write about them, to spread the good word So many books, so little time, and I ve let that hugeness and those annoying Goodreads s star ratings overwhelm me.Star ratings are hard I prefer to discuss a book rather than rate it, but everyone else has to work with those screaming red blots, so I ll have to suck it up and play along I m going to take it book by book and I m go I d like to lock myself in a room with Goodreads for a week I ve read so many great books in the past year and I want to write about them, to spread the good word So many books, so little time, and I ve let that hugeness and those annoying Goodreads s star ratings overwhelm me.Star ratings are hard I prefer to discuss a book rather than rate it, but everyone else has to work with those screaming red blots, so I ll have to suck it up and play along I m going to take it book by book and I m going to start with Lindsay Hunter s, Daddy s, which I just finished, having marveled all the while, and which has left me conflicted and troubled.Lindsay Hunter s stories in this book are rich with language, with stunning images and with precise details Much to my delight and awe, every story in this collection touched me Every story offered something, whether it be on the level of language or character or emotion, and usually, spectacularly, all three These stories are powerful and illuminating It s hard to describe, but Lindsay Hunter has managed to strip away any and all layers between the reader and the stories There s a confidence, beauty, brutality, and honesty to this collection that s gripping.I ve talked before about how troubled I felt during my MFA years at Mills College I couldn t find any joy in reading Zip Zero Nada I was depressed, exhausted, and overwhelmed I had a three year old and a newborn and no time for anything outside of mothering, least of all reading How terrible, as a writer, to find no enjoyment in reading How wonderful, then, in recent years to refind that love To enjoy a book so much I don t want to put it down, so much I can t wait to get back to it In this regard, the other two most recent titles that come to mind, aside from Daddy s, are Paula Bomer s Baby and Other Stories and Alissa Nutting s Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls.Daddy s opens with My Brother and these first three sentences My brother tells me monsters set up shop in his closet among his Reeboks and hidden Playboys Yeah, he says, leaning back and stroking his chin, yeah, you can t see it but something s coming for me Big whoop, I tell him Reading is so personal, isn t it When I was a girl, my mother believed monsters lurked inside her wardrobe, told me they were coming for her So you can bet those first lines and that first story got my attention and had deep personal meaning That said, My Brother is perhaps my least favorite story in the collection In many ways, My Brother doesn t go as deep as the other stories, but there was enough in those first pages to hook me, and with each story that followed Lindsay Hunter reeled me right in.Here s a line from the next story, Scales, that shows Lindsay Hunter s keen eye and exquisite prose and which is of course evenpowerful in context Her spine sticks out and in the bright light of the bathroom little shadows collect under the bones So many of these stories are the proof that you can break all the rules you want when you re this gifted a storyteller From Love Song I d be wary in my own work of using song lyrics to further a story and yet Love Song is a heartbreaking read, in the best way The last page of this story literally took my breath away I could go on and on about this book Read this book Shout about this book.So why am I conflicted and depressed There s the perhaps typical anxiety and yearning How does my story collection compare to this Can my stories move and affect readers anything close to this Damn, how d she get to be so brilliant But it s muchand I m not sure how to talk about it.I don t know anyone in my life that I could hand this book to and say read this, it s brilliant I think it s fair to say that everyone I know and love would be shocked and disturbed by this book, and that even if they did enjoy it they d have a hard time admitting it to the greater community We can t like that.When I write, there s a critic on my shoulder You can t write that I m often a frigid, uptight and conservative writer I have a low threshold for writing about the body, sex, violence, and our baser urges and desires When I ve dared break free of that jail, I ve paid a great personal and emotional price.The You can t write that police torment me What if your daughters school principal read that Your parish priest Your Catholic school community and your neighbors Your daughters friends families That s disgusting, my inner critic screams What if these readers are so appalled by what I write it affects my family One day, my daughters will also become my readers and my stories could potentially have enormous impact on them These are real and present concerns that exist outside the bubble of our online community.What s good taste What s vulgar What s perverse What s brutal honest, brutal beauty and brutal bad I m conflicted I don t know I m shook up.I wonder if Lindsay Hunter found it an act of courage, an act of faith, to publish some of theraw and graphic of these stories The Fence, for example I wonder the same of Paula Bomer and Alissa Nutting Maybe it s my Irish Catholic upbringing, maybe it s that I live in a conservative community, maybe it s fallout from childhood trauma, but there are some places I can t go as a reader or a writer Hunter, Bomer, and Nutting all took me places in their stories I didn t think I d ever dare venture and their brilliance kept me there, rewarded me However, it s a fine balancing act, for them, for me These stories disturb, but in the best possible ways Lesser writers might just disturb.Maybe I m in the wrong life Maybe I m a coward


  8. Kirsty Kirsty says:

    It took me a long time to read this, although the entire book is short and each story within it very short It s just so repulsive I felt genuinely sick reading each story The characters are spiteful, petty, cruel, and I bet they haven t showered or brushed their teeth for a while I often read while eating, and this book is absolutely not recommended for that If this sounds like I didn t enjoy the book quite the opposite I loved it and have dogeared just about every page Hunter has an i It took me a long time to read this, although the entire book is short and each story within it very short It s just so repulsive I felt genuinely sick reading each story The characters are spiteful, petty, cruel, and I bet they haven t showered or brushed their teeth for a while I often read while eating, and this book is absolutely not recommended for that If this sounds like I didn t enjoy the book quite the opposite I loved it and have dogeared just about every page Hunter has an incredible and awful mind, and I look forward to readingfrom her I ll just be sure to read slowly, and not while eating


  9. David Abrams David Abrams says:

    In the early pages of Daddy s, Lindsay Hunter s brain blistering collection of short stories, a restless wife who endures frequent sessions of rough sex with her husband finds pleasure in their invisible electric fence She puts their dog Marky in front of the TV to watch Animal Planet, then goes out to the edge of the yard I wind the vinyl part of Marky s collar around my hand, holding the plastic receiver in my palm, and then I press the cold metal stimulator against my underwear, step forward In the early pages of Daddy s, Lindsay Hunter s brain blistering collection of short stories, a restless wife who endures frequent sessions of rough sex with her husband finds pleasure in their invisible electric fence She puts their dog Marky in front of the TV to watch Animal Planet, then goes out to the edge of the yard I wind the vinyl part of Marky s collar around my hand, holding the plastic receiver in my palm, and then I press the cold metal stimulator against my underwear, step forward, and the jolt is delivered Like a million ants biting Like teeth Like the G spot exists Like a tiny knife, a precise pinch Like fireworks I can t help it I cry out my underwear is flooded with perfect warmth I lie back in the grass and see stars.Still with me If that paragraph shocks and jolts you, then believe me when I say that it s one of the tamer moments in Hunter s squirm worthy stories I m not trying to push readers away from Daddy s quite the opposite, in fact but I did want to make you aware that this book is not for everyone.Put another way, do you remember the way we felt the first time we read Flannery O Connor and marveled at her daring combination of religion and grotesque humor Daddy s slaps our face with that same kind of brass ballsiness What O Connor was to Catholicism, Hunter is to sex And self mutilation and incest and domestic violence any number of things we talk about in low voices behind cupped hands.The explicit stories in Hunter s collection aren t just eye opening, they re eye popping What else can you say about a story that begins with We dream about throwing baby in the well Or this paragraph from Food Luck Remember how Mom would eat a dozen eggs and a pan of bacon, and remember how that one Christmas she went to stretch and found an old brown napkin wedged in her neckfat, how then we wanted to know what else was hiding in there, a diary, a housekey, a slice of pizza, and hey remember when we joked that Dad was in there somewhere, because that was how we dealt with Dad leaving us and moving in with the man who ran the movie theater.That s a good example of the way Hunter pairs latent sadness with the seamy details of her characters lives The dog collar orgasms, the pie eating contest barf, the feral desert dogs that smell like mothballs and corn chips and old blood, the lonely chafe of masturbation, the fat fathers who wear bras at times, Daddy s is the literary equivalent of a John Waters movie and you may feel like showering after each story but where Waters shocks for shock s sake, Hunter uses the grotesque as a gateway into the loneliness that darkens many of our lives whether you like your Oreos with melted Velveeta or not.We may start off reading Daddy s for many of the same reasons we read Chuck Palahiniuk it s a little flaunty, a little daring, a little naughty Then, somewhere along the line, Hunter brings us to a place where we feel moments of empathy among the Cheeto crumbs She takes us where we would not normally go willingly, but even among the sordid and grimy, there are moments of breathtaking beauty In here, stars twinkle white as little baby teeth, bits of cherry pie stick to the corners of a mouth like blood under a neon light, a mother yearning for her baby has nipples like lit matchheads and the ghost of a dead brother pays a visit to his young siblings in this extraordinary paragraph Sure enough Davey s ghost came fluttering in flimsy as a leaf husk and settled on the toilet We could see right through to the ruby jewel pump in his chest You want me to I can gather up that navy winking sky and make us a diamondsparkled sail of it, Davey said, and his voice was the same but unnatural, like some busted chorus of bells clattered out his throat along with everything else.Hunter can get away with heightened metaphorical language like this because the entire collection is bold and fierce Like a bottled hot sauce you re trying for the first time, there s always that first hesitant moment before you put it on your tongue Make no mistake Hunter burns oh brother, does she burn.This review originally appeared at The Quivering Pen blog


  10. Richard Thomas Richard Thomas says:

    The following review was originally published at The Nervous Breakdown.http www.thenervousbreakdown.com rtChuck Palahniuk said something about writing that echoed in my head while reading the debut collection of dysfunctional short stories in Daddy s Featherproof by Lindsay Hunter I paraphrase, but it goes something like this Teach me something, make me laugh, and break my heart And that s what Lindsay Hunter does in this gut wrenching collection of short fiction, with a sprinkling o The following review was originally published at The Nervous Breakdown.http www.thenervousbreakdown.com rtChuck Palahniuk said something about writing that echoed in my head while reading the debut collection of dysfunctional short stories in Daddy s Featherproof by Lindsay Hunter I paraphrase, but it goes something like this Teach me something, make me laugh, and break my heart And that s what Lindsay Hunter does in this gut wrenching collection of short fiction, with a sprinkling of hot sex and familial violence on top.Set in primarily rural areas inspired by her time in Ocoee, Florida from the years 1986 to 1996 , these stories ring true in horrifying detail If you ve ever spent any time in the south, tipped some cows, maybe sniffed your sister s panties out of curiosity, puked in a raggedy hotel room, seen your mama naked, or taken a backhand from your daddy, then you know what I m saying And that s what gives these powerful stories of abuse, longing, and depravity their power the authority in them.Lindsay Hunter is fearless in her storytelling, no subject taboo, no moment from the past too dark or questionable to put down on paper It makes me want to give her a hug, and then I remember, it s fiction, dummy She s making worlds here, worlds where she doesn t turn the camera away from the dirty parts, the naughty moments with a conquest, or perhaps alone, as in The Fence, one of my favorite stories from this collection.In The Fence, the narrator gets off on an electric dog collar, placing it between her legs, slowly inching up to the edge of their property where the invisible fence lies buried, until the shock goes off I wind the vinyl part of Marky s collar around my hand, holding the plastic receiver in my palm, and then I press the cold metal stimulator against my underwear, step forward, and the jolt is delivered Like a million ants biting Like teeth Like the G spot exists Like a tiny knife, a precise pinch Like fireworks I can t help it I cry out my underwear is flooded with perfect warmth I lie back in the grass and see stars And it only escalates You can t remain a passive viewer here, as waves of disgust mix with arousal, jealousy with sympathy, at the lengths the narrator goes to in order to feel alive.In the end, the fence is taken away, her husband Tim asserting that they don t need it any , since their dog Marky certainly won t stray now But he does He runs away the moment that fence is turned off, sauntering to the edge of their property line, and then across, and gone, as she watches, in silence.The final paragraph echoes her loss, this connection she had made with herself, this dramatic monologue that she acted out on a daily basis, collapsing on the wet grass, complete Her final thoughts, just after the dog, Marky, takes off into the woods I put his water dish in the suds and cleaned that, too, and then I went upstairs and lay on our bed and wept until my ribs were sore I went into our bathroom and straddled the edge of the tub, and it felt good to have something hard and cold there, but not nearly good enough There are climaxes throughout this collection, both literal and figurative, and it is the latter that makes for some of her most powerful stories I don t think I ll be taking away any of the her power with these stories to show one of these endings here, because the lead up to these moments is a gradual crescendo, building to something that echoes off the page, the imagery in black and white, the flash freezing it in your mind s eye You ll have to experience that journey on your own, the sum larger than the parts.For example, take That Baby, another of my favorites, the story of a baby boy named Levis that grows at a frighteningly rapid rate to 40 pounds in the first week His cute behaviors quickly turn into violent, disturbing actions, grasping at his momma s breasts, teeth sticking out, his hands rough, uttering phrases like Pickles, honey He brandishes a paring knife at his Daddy s belly, drool running down his chin, and it isn t long before Daddy runs out of them.In the final scene where she abandons the boy in a park, either racing away from all of her motherly instincts, or embracing her greater need for survival, the haunting imagery stays with you and so getting up and walking to the car, Levis saying Honey Levis standing up to see better, saying Honey me getting into the car and locking the doors, key in the ignition, Levis just standing there, the late afternoon sunlight giving him a glow, just standing there with his fists at his sides, looking like a fat little manthan anybody s baby, a little fat man beating his chest now, me pulling out onto the road, Levis wailing Honey, wailing Pickles, getting smaller and smaller in the rearview until I took a turn and he was gone, my heart like a fist to the door and my breasts empty and my nipples like lit matchheads These are powerful stories, the twists and turns that Lindsay Hunter takes, away from the expected, down roads we usually pass up, preferring to avoid that dusty, bumpy ride, wanting to skip the rotting, musky scent of a decomposing skunk by the roadside, instead, staying on the highway, where everything flies by in a blur, and nothing has to hurt In Daddy s you ll notice the possessive, not the plural, and the ownership of the actions in these stories, the dominance and simple belief in life a certain way never falters This collection of southern gothics is a contemporary look at life in the shadows, the temptations and depravity that lurk behind closed doors and drawn lace curtains, yellowed by cigarette smoke, and torn at the edges The longing and need for acceptance is evident on every page, reminding us of how far we sometimes have to go to survive the toxicities in our life, to emerge alive and whole


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