Praise for Little Sister Death
"A mixture of Flannery O'Connor and Stephen King...as if Faulkner had written The Shining." —Kirkus Reviews
"a lovely small vessel of unease salvaged from a deep river" — The New York Times
"The late William Gay is pure Tennessee Gothic. He is what Cormac McCarthy would have become if he had stayed in Tennessee writing about murder, incest, necrophilia and backwoods love. It’s hard to find writing this dark that feels this authentic." —James Franco
"William Gay’s Little Sister Death is a dark, shimmering gift to readers. Marshaling all his monumental narrative powers and with prose as sharp and glittering as a scythe, he brings a tale so sinister, lush and spellbinding, it haunts your dreams long after you reach its final pages." —Megan Abbott, author of The Fever and Dare Me
Praise for The Long Home
“…a writer of remarkable talent and promise…eminently worth talking about.” –The New York Times Book Review
“Gay has created a novel of great emotional power.” –Denver Post
“It’ll leave you breathless…” –Rocky Mountain News
Praise for Provinces of Night
“Earthily idiosyncratic, spookily Gothic…an author with a powerful vision.” –The New York Times
“An extremely seductive read.” –Washington Post Book World
“Southern writing at its very finest, soaked through with the words and images of rural Tennessee, packed full of that which really matters, the problems of the human heart.” –Booklist
“A writer of striking talent.” –Chicago Tribune
“Almost a personal revival of handwork in fiction—superb—must be listened to and felt.” –Barry Hannah
“This is a novel from the old school. The characters are truly characters. The prose is gothic. And the charm is big.” –The San Diego Union-Tribune
“Writers like Flannery O’Connor or William Faulkner would welcome Gay as their peer for getting characters so entangled in the roots of a family tree.” –Star Tribune (Minneapolis)
“[A novel] about the preciousness of hope, the fragility of dreams, interwoven with a good-sized dollop[ of biblical justice and the belief that a Southern family can be cursed.” –The Miami Herald
“Plumbs the larger things in life….The epic and the personal unite seamlessly.” –Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“An old-fashioned barrel-aged shot of Tennessee storytelling. Gay’s tale of ancient wrongs and men with guns is high-proof stuff.” –Elwood Reid
“A finely wrought, moving story with a plot as old as Homer. Sometimes the old ones are the best ones.” –The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“William Gay is the big new name to include in the stories annals of Southern lit.” –Esquire
“A plot so gripping that the reader wants to fly through the pages to reach the conclusion…but the beauty and richness of Gay’s language exerts a contrary pull, making the reader want to linger over every word.” –Rocky Mountain News
“Gay is a terrific writer.” –The Plain Dealer
Praise for I Hate To See That Evening Sun Go Down
“William Gay is richly gifted: a seemingly effortless storyteller…a writer of prose that’s fiercely wrought, pungent in edtail yet poetic in the most welcome sense.” –The New York Times Book Review
“One perfect tale follows another, leaving you in little doubt that Gay is a genuine poet of the ornery, the estranged, the disenfranchised, crafting stories built to last.” –Seattle Times
“A writer of striking talent.” –Chicago Tribune
“Gay confirms his place in the Southern fiction pantheon.” –Publishers Weekly
Every story is a masterpiece…in the Southern tradition of Carson McCullers, Flannery O’Connor, and William Faulkner.” –USA Today
“[A]s charming as it is wise. Hellfire—in all the right ways.” –Kirkus Reviews
“[Gay] brings to these stories the same astounding talent that earned his two novels…devoted following.” –Booklist
“Supple and beautifully told tales…saturated with an intense sense of place, their vividness and authenticity are impossible to fake.” –The San Diego Union-Tribune
“Gay writes about old folks marvelously…[His] words ring like crystal…” –Washington Post Book World
“As always, Gay’s description and dialogue are amazing…Writing like this keeps you read.” –Orlando Sentinel
“After two stunning novels that combined the esoteric language of Cormac McCarthy with the subtle humor of Larry Brown, Gay delivers concise craft work in his first short-story collection….Much in the same way Erskine Caldwell created slice-of-life Southern stories that were full of humor, conflict, and even forbidden sensuality many years ago, so now does William Gay.” –The Oregonian
“[Gay’s] strong words never fail to paint a precise picture….Fans of his novels will find lots of meaty reading here.” –The Montgomery Adviser
“Gay’s characters come right up and bite you….[His] well-chosen words propel the reader straight through his 13 stories.” –The Denver Post
“Even Faulkner would have been proud to call these words his own.” –The Atlanta Journal Constitution
“Gay captivates with bristling tales of old men, bootleggers, and wife-beaters in rural Tennessee…his prose is as natural and pure as it comes.” –Newsweek
“This book will have you laughing, fearful, and utterly filled with suspense—often all within the same well-crafted story.” –Southern Living
“A literary country music song….With deft and lyrical prose he captures the poignancy of loss, isolation and double-fisted grief, of disappointment, rage, jealousy, violence, and heartbreak.” –GoMemphis.com
Praise for Twilight
“Think No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy and Deliverance by James Dickey...then double the impact.” –Stephen King on naming Twilight the best book of 2007 in Entertainment Weekly
"There is much to admire here: breathtaking, evocative writing and a dark, sardonic humor." – USA Today
“William Gay brings the daring of Flannery O’Connor and William Gaddis to his lush and violent surrealist yarns.” –The Irish Times
“This is Southern Gothic of the very darkest hue, dripping with atmosphere, sparkling with loquacity, and with occasional gleams of horrible humor. To be read in the broadest daylight.” –The Times
2015-06-29
From the nexus where Southern writing meets gothic, Gay's (Time Done Been Won't Be No More, 2010, etc.) posthumous novel is a reimagining of a 19th-century Tennessee Hill Country legend. It's the early 1980s, and David Binder, a Tennessee boy living in Chicago, has been scrabbling along with factory jobs to support his wife and baby while working on a novel. A publisher buys the book, but its success is more literary than commercial. Next comes writer's block. David's agent suggests genre fiction: "Write something we can sell to the paperback house. Write a horror novel." Seeking inspiration, he stumbles upon The Beale Haunting, a 19th-century Tennessee ghost story. What follows is a mixture of Flannery O'Connor and Stephen King as David heads south, wife and daughter in tow, and learns that the isolated Beale house still stands. He takes a six-month lease. The narrative moves back and forth in time, and Gay's gut-wrenching opening pages, in which a doctor is kidnapped to tend a birth at the Beale house circa 1785, are written in the fire and blood of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County. David grows ever more obsessive as he taps into "a dark malignancy in the bowels of the house." Gay paints with words—"The moonshine was black and silver, blurred from hours of darkness like an ink sketch left in the rain"—and draws scenes radiating a hard-earned vision of rural Southern life, like a whittler with "soft, curling shavings mounding delicately in the lap of his overalls" or a sharecropper who finds himself "lawed off" the land he's been working after a fight with his landlord. As apparitions appear, Gay's story weaves connections between past and present; soon Binder forgets his book and becomes obsessed with the dark mystery nestled in "some foreign province of the heart." More poetic than horrific, this novel is a contemplation of place and people, belief and culture—as if Faulkner had written The Shining.
