Proulx easily captures the dialogue, the time and the place of her characters. I love the way she leaves lots of spaces in her writing to make readers to fill in the emotional content; nothing is spoonfed. It’s honest labour, and by the end of the story I was in that trailer with Ennis del Mar, burying my face in Jack Twist’s stiff, bloodied shirt and reheating stale coffee.
The sadness of it.
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