Okay, so size and weight of the book selection had something to do with it since it’s a take-along on a brief trip, but I’ve been wanting to read a novel by William Gay since I read one of his short stories in the creative writing class last semester. Read a couple pages to make sure I could get into it, and this, from the Prologue, hooked me in:
What the hell is that, the superintendent said.
In the splintered glass of this transparent crypt lay diminutive human bones of a marvelous delicacy. Bones fragile and fluted as a bird’s, tiny skull with eyeholes black and blind, thin as paper, brittle as parchment. Scattered as if cast in a necromancer’s divination, as if there might be pattern to them, order.
It looks ike there was somebody in there, Risner said lamely.