Reviews

Whose Story to Tell | Book Review

by TNSF | Jun 3, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3 Issue 14

Little Tea by Claire Fullerton ISBN: 9781645262596 Firefly Southern Fiction, April 29, 2020 252 pages, $14.99 It’s been a decade since Celia Wakefield has returned to her childhood home of Memphis, Tennessee or seen her friends Ava and Renny. Now they’re together...

Quail Bell’s Her Plumage | Book Review

by TNSF | May 6, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 12

Her Plumage: An Anthology of Women’s Writings from Quail Bell Magazine Edited by Christine Sloan Stoddard and Gretchen Gales ISBN: 9780464635963 Quail Bell Press, Nov. 30, 2019 204 pages, $24.99 Quail Bell Magazine was founded by Christine Sloan Stoddard in...

You Can (Never) Go Back | Book Review

by TNSF | Apr 8, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 10

Down on the Sidewalk: Stories About Children and Childhood from the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction Edited by Ethan Laughman ISBN: 9-780-8203-5762-1 University of Georgia Press, March 1, 2020 254 pages, $24.95 At no point is there a question of quality when...

The Revisioners | Book Review

by TNSF | Mar 11, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 8

The Revisioners by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton ISBN: 9781640092587 Counterpoint Press, November 5, 2019 288 pages, $25.00 Margaret Wilkerson Sexton is unafraid to confront the rot that economic inequalities, class structures, and racial disparity spread. These difficult...

Emerald City | Book Review

by TNSF | Feb 12, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 6

Emerald City by Brian Birnbaum ISBN: 978-1950122004 Dead Rabbits Books, Sept 2019 416 pages, $18.99 Late in Brian Birnbaum’s excellent debut, Emerald City, a young man signs to his deaf mother, “I’m trying to tell you that I’m unhappy” (378). Without so much as a...

Love, Bully Love | Book Review

by TNSF | Jan 15, 2020 | Reviews, Vol. 3, Issue 4

Bully Love by Patricia Colleen Murphy ISBN 978-1-950413-03-4 Press 53, April 1, 2019 9 x 6 paperback, 84 pages The neighbor’s poppies have turned dusty. The day’s end breathes this, another storm. […] What was here is now gone. This evening we inhale the dry skin of...