Author Archives: Rusty

Russell Banks and Contextualized Naturalism

I find this arti­cle, linked from Con­ver­sa­tion­al Read­ing, fas­ci­nat­ing. While dis­cussing Rus­sell Banks' book Afflic­tion, Daniel Green posits some rea­sons why Banks, often read as a real­ist or nat­u­ral­ist in his lat­er work, is actu­al­ly con­tin­u­ing along the path on … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Ebony and Irony

White Trash Blues: Class Priv­i­lege vs. White Priv­i­lege Jen­nifer Kesler has some good points in this post from the blog Blind Priv­i­lege (see below for her com­ments indent­ed after mine), and the com­ment stream is worth read­ing as well. I … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Redneck Gottdamn Rampage!

I played this game with all my spare time back in the mid-90s when com­put­er games were so much more fun than they are now. Its graph­ics are prim­i­tive, the plot is nonex­is­tent. It's a first-per­­son shoot­er. I hate those … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Bonding, by Jarrid Deaton

My father, an old slaugh­ter­house man, decid­ed to keep hens on our prop­er­ty around my twelfth birth­day. The coop was an unbal­anced struc­ture that sat close to the cold white bricks of the slaugh­ter­house and just down from our garage. … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Times I Nearly Died, non-fiction by Murray Dunlap

When I was born, with High­line Mem­brane Dis­ease. The doc­tors gave me even odds. My father was out hunt­ing, drunk. When Scar­let Fever found me. When the old dude who lived next door’s tree house gave way to one hun­dred feet of … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Points To Consider: White Trash or Not?

One can hope this woman is employ­ing irony. Let's look at why women might label them­selves this way: They want to get laid, eas­i­ly (but does any woman –white trash or no–need to employ any­thing to do that?) They want to show … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Map of Your World

This tells you every­thing you need to know. No kid­ding. I real­ly am going to con­cen­trate more on this fine place I've dug for myself, soon. In the inter­im, I've dis­cov­ered that gas and oil leas­es in my home coun­ty, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Submissions and Et Cetera

I hope the long silence doesn't pre­vent you all from sub­mit­ting. I'm back on the stick now and look­ing for mate­r­i­al, and all pre­vi­ous sub­mis­sions have been cleared (thank you very much for send­ing). I'm off now to catch up … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Appalachia's Agony

Gakked from Jim Tom­lin­son on Face­book. Let's hope Pres­i­dent Oba­ma notices. The long­stand­ing dis­grace of moun­tain­top min­ing is now square­ly in Pres­i­dent Obama’s hands.  A recent court deci­sion has giv­en the green light to as many as 90 moun­tain­top min­ing … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Get On the Bus

The Affrilachi­an poets are off on anoth­er bus tour of Cen­tral and South­ern Appalachia, bring­ing poems every­where they go. Too bad they're not mak­ing the trip far­ther into Yan­kee ter­ri­to­ry. The Affrilachi­an Poets: A His­to­ry of the Word What’s In … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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