Some Heroes, Some Heroines, Some Others
As the title promises, these stories range from a sheriff who rids his town of a murderer his own way, after talking matters over with a mountain; to a woman who dyes her hair with teen-style purple streaks to wait on staid lawyers and judges in an up-and-coming restaurant; to a priest who–yes–plunges right into the recent headlines of child abuse in one moment of misguided loneliness. But just as the adjacent cover shifts from white to gray, so do the collection’s characters–and Taylor reminds us that we all–despite our flashes and forays into one spectrum’s end or the other–we all mostly just muddle along, in the ragged gray.
ISBN, trade paper: 0-930501-21-7, $14.95 Sale $7.50
ISBN, library edition: 0-930501-20-9, $26.00 Sale $13.00
Joe Taylor spent a good part of his life in Kentucky, where he earned an undergraduate degree in philosophy at UK. He worked as a waiter in West Palm Beach before moving to Tallahassee to earn his Ph.D. in creative writing.
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He looked through
the Greyhound’s window to the blackboard schedule outside, to a motionless
clock, then back to the blackboard schedule. It was Kansas City, Kansas, 1959.
It was 12:10 p.m. in Kansas City, Kansas. He placed his ear against the
Greyhound’s window and imagined that he could hear each wondrous sway of the
schedule in some thick summer breeze; he imagined he could hear the echo of
chalk being scratched on the schedule outlining important places, important
times; then he pictured a handsome man like the movies say, a man standing
straight as a chalk stick itself, as straight as his sergeant in Texas.