As a lover of Southern fiction (Faulkner, O'Connnor, Styron, etc), I just don't get the praise for Larry Brown. To me, he writes like an imbecile. I do not exagerrate: I see an embicile in my head when I read each line, like maybe Carl Shivers from Sling Blade. His memories are so inane that they should hardly be shared (I watched a man jog past the firestation...)and his writing is so basic and abscent of color. Like bad Hemingway more than anything.Skip it and go read some Cormac MCcarthy.