I’m reading a book by a famous writer laced with some pretty graphic foul language. The language does not really contribute to the tone or atmosphere of the story. The narrator is a guy, around sixty. Sometimes he sounds as if he needs to just let it rip and rant loud and long. The narrator reminds me a bit of Holden Caulfield. Holden liked a few choice expletives. But with Holden, being sixteen, I knew he just wanted to experiment with words and sensational language. But this old guy has me wondering. It seems like he’s telling this story in a biker bar, somewhere in Wyoming, or perhaps at a truckstop In Oklahoma. Is he just trying to color things to get a few free beers? This narrator’s name is Cliff; Jim Harrison’s latest creation, “The English Major”.
"Chickens are Stupid" by Laura Tovar Dietrick
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