Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Grotesque


It’s Sherwood Anderson’s birthday. The man who walked off an office job to become a writer. The man who transformed the literary image of small town America from innocent, agrarian idyll to a mournful place of thwarted ambitions, aching isolation and grotesques. The farm implement accident victims of my hometown raise a 3-fingered, un-caressed hand to you. Sherwood Anderson, who died from peritonitis after swallowing a toothpick. Gross.

1 Comments:

At 1:56 PM, Blogger Robiscus said...

though i need to reread it, i think Winseburg Ohio is one of the most underrated works in american literature. that Wikepedia entry describes it as modernist, but i don' think that novel can be described in that vein alone and it extends beyond it.
that chapter with the preacher running through the orchard in the middle of the night screaming about his salvation is wonderful stuff.

 

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