I just wanted to mention a strange little book that I discovered recently on our store shelves: Earthquake is a collection of three stories that link together into a short, fictiony memoir. Barnes doesn't force her memories -- of an unusual childhood spent in Alaska and Massachusetts -- into any kind of straight narrative, but leaves them as fragments and anecdotes. Her writing is beautiful, unadorned, and clear as water. And funny, which I always like.
It's published by Turtle Point Press, and let me tell you: if the future lies in small presses publishing work like this, well... it's going to be an awfully nice future.
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