My rating: 0 of 5 stars
Jean Arp said, “Art is about a secret, primal meaning slumbering beneath the world of appearances.” Her Sherwood Anderson in his story cycle, possibly the only thing essential from him it seems, reminds me of how early "modern art" came into plays with its focused exploration of dark corners in the human condition. Anderson throws light into those corners with his "grotesques", damaged persons living in the town he modeled on Clyde, OH: a pederast, voyeur, stress-induced streaker, and more in this 1919 short story cycle which reads in a strikingly modern feel, as if it were published today. The George Willard character listening/reporting and even participating in many of the stories even presages gonzo, in a sense.
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