Close Range
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Annie Proulx
From the Pulitzer Prize–winning and bestselling author of The Shipping News and Accordion Crimes comes one of the most celebrated short story collections of our time.Annie Proulx's masterful language and fierce love of Wyoming are evident in this collection of stories about loneliness, quick violence, and wrong kinds of love. In "The Mud Below," a rodeo rider's obsession marks the deepening fissures between his family life and self-imposed isolation. In "The Half-Skinned Steer," an elderly fool drives west to the ranch he grew up on for his brother's funeral, and dies a mile from home. In "Brokeback Mountain," the difficult affair between two cowboys survives everything but the world's violent intolerance. These are stories of desperation, hard times, and unlikely elation, set in a landscape both brutal and magnificent. Enlivened by folk tales, flights of fancy, and details of ranch and rural work, they juxtapose Wyoming's traditional character and attitudes—confrontation of tough problems, prejudice, persistence in the face of difficulty—with the more benign values of the new west. Stories in Close Range have appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, Harper's, and GQ. They have been selected for the O. Henry Stories 1998 and The Best American Short Stories of the Century and have won the National Magazine Award for Fiction. This is work by an author writing at the peak of her craft.
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Author
Annie Proulx
Pages
288
Publisher
Simon and Schuster
Published Date
2007-12-01
ISBN
1416588892 9781416588894
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"Stories about people who breathe, speak, and act out misery. It’s hard to read something so downward trending. And I think the meaning is pulpy, mixed and over-saturated with shock value and cryptic prose. I’ve got to say, I just don’t think a time and a person who is down needs to read something so down — though I appreciate the raw, ripped edges of an area and a time that was separate from the world around it. You go to Wyoming now, and I think the only place you’d find that stillness is in the forced posture of poverty — and that’s a place you can’t romanticize unless it is in the past. We’re in a world losing its fragmented separateness in a painful toss, as we rocket out, just a speck in a spreading universe. A speck becoming whole as we beat out our differences. And this, the Wyoming rancher, of the old world, was bound to go extinct."
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Abigail Spradlin