I'm currently reading
The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake, the short fiction of an exceptional writer whom, in 1977, at the age of 27, shot himself. Thereafter, he was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. Here's a great piece about him and his mostly-posthumous career, from
The New Yorker.
And here is the perfectly-crafted, emotionally taut, lyrically exceptional and utterly human story that took my breath away:
"Trilobites" published in
The Atlantic, in 1977.
I'm always partial to a blue-collar story, but this one could be my absolute favorite.
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