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Lindsay Hunter tells the stories no one else will in ways no one else can. In this down and dirty debut she draws vivid portraits of bad people in worse places. A woman struggles to survive her boyfriend's terror preparations. A wife finds that the key to her sex life lies in her dog’s electric collar. Two teenagers violently tip the scales of their friendship. A rising star of the new fast fiction, Hunter bares all before you can blink in her bold, beautiful stories. In this collection of slim southern gothics, she offers an exploration not of the human heart but of the spine; mixing sex, violence and love into a harrowing, head-spinning read.
Price: $14.95
Pages: 340
Publisher: Featherproof Books
Imprint: Featherproof Books
Publication Date:
01 September 2010
Trim Size: 6.00 X 4.38 in
ISBN: 9780982580806
Format: Paperback
BISACs:
“Lindsay Hunter makes drunk teenagers dry-humping in Cheeto dust compelling literary fare.” —The Boston Phoenix
“The stories in Daddy’s don’t flash. I think it’s more accurate to say that they poke. These are wicked little works of fiction with sharp edges and unpleasantly squishy middles. This is the kind of fiction I can’t get enough of.” —Bitch Magazine
“How even to speak of these tiny gothic gems? With adjectives, perhaps: mean, lewd, fierce, unapologetic.” —St.Louis Magazine
“Each tiny, diamond story—precise, comic, poised at the edge of surreal—contains one brutal life force tearing itself off the page. You can hold Daddy’s in your hands and feel it breathing.”
—Deb Olin Unferth, author of Vacation
“Lindsay Hunter won’t be caught lie-telling in the name of nice. The miniature stories in Daddy’s are fierce and unapologetic. When the We’s she voices say the axblade was bloody with dirt, what they mean is the neighbor’s swingset creaked and moaned next door and we heard a child’s voice say Never ever. When I’m looking again for my next undoing, I’ll crack open Daddy’s, and get the true news they tell us we’d be better off not hearing.”
—Kyle Minor, author of In the Devil’s Territory
“The stories in Daddy’s don’t flash. I think it’s more accurate to say that they poke. These are wicked little works of fiction with sharp edges and unpleasantly squishy middles. This is the kind of fiction I can’t get enough of.” —Bitch Magazine
“How even to speak of these tiny gothic gems? With adjectives, perhaps: mean, lewd, fierce, unapologetic.” —St.Louis Magazine
“Each tiny, diamond story—precise, comic, poised at the edge of surreal—contains one brutal life force tearing itself off the page. You can hold Daddy’s in your hands and feel it breathing.”
—Deb Olin Unferth, author of Vacation
“Lindsay Hunter won’t be caught lie-telling in the name of nice. The miniature stories in Daddy’s are fierce and unapologetic. When the We’s she voices say the axblade was bloody with dirt, what they mean is the neighbor’s swingset creaked and moaned next door and we heard a child’s voice say Never ever. When I’m looking again for my next undoing, I’ll crack open Daddy’s, and get the true news they tell us we’d be better off not hearing.”
—Kyle Minor, author of In the Devil’s Territory