Thursday, June 20, 2019

I Reviewed an Ann Beattie Novella from 2010

on Goodreads and Medium.

Twas a good read for me.

She even got turkey buzzards in there. Turkey vultures (buzzards) are a huge part of the life of my small town.

For some reason, they congregate here in huge numbers. Usually in the colder months.

They glower like Poe demons from our chimney every autumn and winter.

They terrorize the local stray cats and steal their eleemosynary food from their eleemosynary bowls.

They even perch on the nearby schools and give children the Evil Eye as they enter and leave. (Okay, that part's fun.)

TIL from the Beattie novella that they are descended from lovely storks and ibises. You'd never guess. No, really.  You would not.

But maybe she made that part up. I have yet to Google it. I'm such a trusting soul and putty in the hands of unreliable narrators.

I'm sure there are examples where a narrator in a novel seems trustworthy and then later some very important assertion is proven to be a brazen lie; then you have to wonder if everything that's been related is a house of cards based on that single lie.

Postscript: turkey vultures (buzzards) are indeed related to storks. So sayeth the Great Oz Google; so say All. Hips don't lie, and neither do genetics.

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