Burning Bright: Stories

Burning Bright: Stories

Ron Rash

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0061804126

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

“A gorgeous, brutal writer.”
—Richard Price, New York Times bestselling author of Lush Life and Clockers


In Burning Bright, Pen/Faulkner finalist and New York Times bestselling author of Serena, Ron Rash, captures the eerie beauty and stark violence of Appalachia through the lives of  unforgettable characters. With this masterful collection of stories that span the Civil War to the present day, Rash, a supremely talented writer who “recalls both John Steinbeck and Cormac McCarthy” (The New Yorker), solidifies his reputation as a major contemporary American literary artist.

The Blood Oranges

The Sporting Club

We Make Mud





















farmer could have afforded to buy it at auction. Maybe a store owner or county employee, he supposed, someone who still used a billfold instead of a change purse like the one he now took a nickel from after tying his horse to the hitching post. Jacob entered the store. He nodded at the older men, then laid his coin on the counter. Erwin Mast handed him last Sunday’s Raleigh News. “Don’t reckon there’s any letters?” Jacob asked. “No, nothing this week,” Erwin said, though he could have added,

bass player Bobo Lingafelt, Hal Deaton, my drummer, and me. I finish “Free Bird” so that means the next songs are my choice. They got to have “Free Bird” at least once an hour, Rodney said when he hired me, saying it like his clientele were diabetics needing insulin. The rest of the time you play what you want, he’d added. I turn to Bobo and Hal and play the opening chords of Gary Stewart’s “Roarin’” and they fall in. Stewart was one of this country’s neglected geniuses, once dubbed honky-tonk’s

bills, handfuls of nickels and dimes, payroll checks, wedding rings, wristwatches. One time a guy offered a gold filling he’d dug out of his mouth with a pocketknife. Rodney didn’t even blink. Watching him operate, it’s easy to believe Rodney’s simply an updated version of Flem Snopes, the kind of guy whose first successful business venture is showing photos of his naked sister to his junior high peers. But that’s not the case at all. Rodney graduated from the University of South Carolina with a

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Parson looked into her dead eyes and saw no indication luck had found her. “Got tired of stealing from your parents, did you?” Parson asked his nephew. “What are you talking about?” Danny said. His eyes were light blue, similar to the girl’s eyes, bright but at the same time dead. A memory of elementary school came to Parson of colorful insects pinned and enclosed beneath glass. “That shotgun you stole.” Danny smiled but kept his mouth closed. Some vanity still left in him, Parson mused,

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