Thursday, July 15, 2010

Extracts: a cold hollow

The sun was not setting, nor was it seen. It hid behind the western slopes so only a hint of sun rose upward, firing the ridges with a green fire, and leaving everything in the hollow a clean, cold shadow.
-- from "Fox Hunters", by Breece D'J Pancake

Words like those give me a cold shivery feeling even in summer. Like in most of Pancake's stories, set in West Virginia, there's a cold ache running through the landscape and the characters. They can try to warm up with drink, with sex, with hunting or fighting, or with some dreams of a different life or a different place, but they still remain in those cold hollows.


Relyn said...

Oh, thank you. I've been looking for a new author to discover. I think maybe you've given me a great one.

HKatz said...

I liked his use of language and his way of creating atmosphere in his stories; he also knew how to choose strong details. He died though before the full flourishing of his skills, when he was in his mid-twenties; most people say it was suicide, while a handful claim that it was an accident.