Friday, October 19, 2012


I can’t wait to read this pocket book 
of Erskine Caldwell stories.

Who knows who he is? 

Please don’t make me feel dumb by saying: 
everybody knows who he is.

Right below the kangaroos on page 1, 
it says that Erskine Caldwell was a cotton picker, 
a hack driver, a stagehand, a cook, a salesman,
a bodyguard, and a football player.

After the introduction there are many stories.

The first story is about a horse thief and it has 
a man named Lud and a woman named Betsy 
actually a horse. 

The second story has a man snoring in bed 
and foxhounds!

The third story has a man named Berry 
asking a question about watermelon 
to another man named Tuffy.

The fourth story has perspiration 
plus a chew of tobacco and a jack knife.

The fifth story has a woman holding her lip 
tightly (well, with her teeth.) Is that possible?

If you guessed that the sixth story had a bony king 
and a muffled whisper in it, you would be right.

Nick owns Nick’s Place in story seven. He complains 
that the boys are pretty bum sports. Boys are pretty.

The eighth story is filled with mysteries for the modern reader: for example: what is Indian Root tonic? 

Why does a crowd stand in a weed-grown lot? Why does Professor Eaton wipe the perspiration from his upper lip before he looks down at Effie? Who is Effie? Why does
Effie cry (that she is the happiest girl in she?) Why doesn’t Effie perspire as much as Professor Eaton seems to?

Story Nine: when you say “Yellow Girl”, do you really mean, well, yellow? The color? Or yellow, like a yellow feeling?  Or a yellow thing?

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