BOSTON'S PREMIER ONLINE ARTS MAGAZINE
The Southern-inflected melee of Harry Crews’ universe is like a Hieronymus Bosch canvas dipped in whiskey and flour and deep-fried.
If Wordsworth was right in saying that poetry is emotion recollected in tranquility, than a rugby memoir is a punch in the face reconsidered from a hospital bed.
Literary Appreciation: “The Passion for the Thing” — An Argument for Writer Harry Crews
The Southern-inflected melee of Harry Crews’ universe is like a Hieronymus Bosch canvas dipped in whiskey and flour and deep-fried.
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