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"...black timbers etched against a setting sun..."

From The Disinherited, by Jack Conroy:
A mine tipple is like a gallows, especially if you chance to see its black timbers etched against a setting sun; and the cage dangles from the cathead like a hangman's rope. I have thought whimsically when a miner's head has appeared out of the shaft, apparently supported by the cable only, that his tongue should protrude and his legs kick spasmodically.
Grim foreshadowing indeed, but I also admire how Conroy leavened the imagery somewhat with the narrator's adolescent "whimsy" - though that whimsy, like most of the novel so far, is in itself strikingly morbid.

November 16, 2009 in Books | Permalink

Comments

I love that passage. How is the book overall? Should I add it to my Christmas list?

Posted by: Brandon at Nov 28, 2009 2:05:26 PM

Yes, if you're as interested in the Depression Era as much as I am. But if you prefer a great piece of literary fiction, perhaps not. I'll have more detailed commentary on the blog later this week.

Posted by: Pete at Nov 29, 2009 12:13:00 PM