William Gay has carved for him­self an endur­ing posi­tion in the mod­ern South­ern lit­er­ary land­scape, and the echoes of his work have rever­ber­ated far beyond the red clay hills sur­round­ing his home in Hohen­wald, Ten­nessee. The South of his books is often dark and vio­lent, yet thank­ful for such sim­ple sights as a hay­field at […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…