Harry Crews

Reading a Harry Crews book is like drinking rot-gut whiskey with an old friend who just got out of jail, but will no doubt be back in the slammer come sun-up. Even though I’m such a Yank, I always lock in with his rural Southern voice, see his borderline world as clear as day, and laugh at all his twisted jokes. God bless you, Crews, you crazy son-of-a-bitch.

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