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But wait, this is pretty good.

I think of those moments in Faulkner, Beckett, and Holy Scripture when the words seem absolutely final, bodiless, disattached, as out of a cloud of huge necessity. My desire is to come even closer to that team - to be that lucky, to be touched by such grace.

I do believe that as you write more, and age, the arrogance and most of the vanity go. Or it is a vanity met with vast gratitude, that you were hit by something as you stood in the way of it, that anybody is listening.

I'm waiting, however, for the future priest to be kicking around shards of our old cabins. He finds some pages: My God, it's paper, ancient paper. He bends over, holding the cigarette pack-sized computer to his shirt pocket so it won't fall out.

Poor devils, the old scribes, jabber jabber, yadda yadda, he says. But wait, this is pretty good."

— Barry Hannah, from "Even Greenland" in "Airships" (Grove/Atlantic, Inc., 2001) (via Whiskey River)

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Quotable – Barry Hannah

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It makes me a participant in the universe | Barry Hannah on Cormac McCarthy's prose

It makes me a participant in the universe | Barry Hannah on Cormac McCarthy’s prose

Interviewer: You mention the influence of Faulkner. Who are some of the writers around at the moment who you admire and who influence you? Hannah: Cormac McCarthy. It’s not just the language, although I can’t imagine loving his books without the special language. He’s one of the few writers who has a vision. Relentless. It’s very rough—almost fascistic, as nature is. Darwinian. But he gives such…

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“May I suggest that writing itself is freedom from consciousness as much as a stimulant to it. That writers are not always the most vital people in the room, but often nearer ghouls sniffing at the trough of other living blood. That they are malingering vampires who never got the hang of life, really. That they are narcoleptics so enchanted by their inner dreams that only the act of writing itself can shake them into sullen awareness, and then they sleep again, having stolen something from the house of old chaos and time. Writing has saved the soul once more from the insufferable war of full consciousness. For a time. He has put himself in that beloved trance again. Possum, sop, taters.

I would guess this is why I find working writers to be among the happiest folks in the world. Among the unhappiest are those who are not working and have endless questions. You do not want to get within a block of these people. The Great Suck—big bottom lip, the sulk, the neurotic and despondent vortex. But working writers are happy like unprosecuted felons.” -Barry Hannah in Mr. Brain, He Want a Song, from The Eleventh Draft: Craft and the Writing Life from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop [ed. Frank Conroy]

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On the day of his twenty-fourth birthday  he was sitting on a cot in a hot barracks. His colored buddy who played euphonium in the company band switched on the radio between their cots. A certain Negro rock and roll screamer from Georgia named Little Richard came on howling something about somebody that saw his uncle coming and ducked back down the alley. This was followed by panther sounds.–Barry Hannah

9 May 2020

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Barry Hannah (23 April 1942 – 1 March 2010)

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Book Review

Barry Hannah: Airships.⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ American Literature, Short Stories, Humor, Southern Literature. Published 1978

Blurb: Now considered a contemporary classic, Airships was honored by Esquire magazine with the Arnold Gingrich Short Fiction Award. The twenty stories in this collection are a fresh, exuberant celebration of the new American South — a land of high school band contests, where good old boys from Vicksburg are reunited in Vietnam and petty nostalgia and the constant pain of disappointed love prevail. Airships is a striking demonstration of Barry Hannah's mature and original talent.

My review: I loved this collection of stories about misfits, absurd situations and just “giving up,” Civil War vignettes (Jeb!), funny remembrances and just fine story writing. A real find for Southern Literature fans. Tragic and hysterical by turns, I recommend highly.