There's an overlap between social-realist fiction and crime fiction - a sweet spot there. — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“The men came to mind as mostly idle between nights of running wild or time in the pen, cooking moon and gathering around the… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained. — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“of the ready green on a blue felt top. The gentlemen who had assembled around it for an evening of high-stakes Hold ’Em were… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Well, we got to do the right thing by this boy,” Sundown said. “The right thing.” Duncan’s neck relaxed and his head flopped back… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“On his next return to this world, Duncan Cobb, oldest son, faithless cousin, cautious lover, and pal of killers, awoke infused with the lucidity… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“..boys by civil calculations, we had by now roughed up the swami and slept where the elephant shits, Shocking us would have required some… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
I was not much used to women except for mothers. Everything I did, they did different. — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Her right hand held a bottle of Pepsi that she'd clogged with peanuts and called a late lunch.” — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
Gail had a baby named Ned who was four months old, and a new look of baffled hurt, a left-behind sadness, like she saw… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“Mike Rondeau, a tall drink of a man sloshed into a squat glass, with a belt that could double as a lasso and a… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
“...the great name of the Dollys was Milton, and ...if you named a son Milton it was a decision that attempted to chart the… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
