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Rough Animals
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2018
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Publishers Weekly Starred Review
I'm thrilled to share Publishers Weekly's starred review of Rough Animals:
In DelBianco’s furious and electric debut, a contemporary western, Wyatt and Lucy Smith are twins living a hardscrabble existence on a cattle ranch in Box Elder County, Utah. Early one morning, Wyatt discovers that one of his steers has been fatally shot. The killer is a barely-teenaged girl, who, during a brief shoot-out, w Read more of this blog post »
In DelBianco’s furious and electric debut, a contemporary western, Wyatt and Lucy Smith are twins living a hardscrabble existence on a cattle ranch in Box Elder County, Utah. Early one morning, Wyatt discovers that one of his steers has been fatally shot. The killer is a barely-teenaged girl, who, during a brief shoot-out, w Read more of this blog post »
“Why is it always the horse that dies first, and never you?” the girl asked.
“Because of strength of will.”
She stopped with the sand.
“Does that still matter out here?”
“It always does.”
“That sounds like fate.”
The mule shifted and he put a hand on one of its legs.
“Well, maybe it’s fate.”
“Then what is fate?” she asked, the voice seeming amputated and roving in the sightless black.
“It’s somethin you’re born with. Somethin that’s passed down from the fathers before and shows itself in triggers that weren’t meant to be pulled and triggers that were. You caint control it and can only look back on it as explanation for why you did the things you did even if they’ve ruined you because it couldn’t have been any other way.”
“Can you fight against it?”
“Yeah, like you can fight against the land.”
― Rough Animals
“Because of strength of will.”
She stopped with the sand.
“Does that still matter out here?”
“It always does.”
“That sounds like fate.”
The mule shifted and he put a hand on one of its legs.
“Well, maybe it’s fate.”
“Then what is fate?” she asked, the voice seeming amputated and roving in the sightless black.
“It’s somethin you’re born with. Somethin that’s passed down from the fathers before and shows itself in triggers that weren’t meant to be pulled and triggers that were. You caint control it and can only look back on it as explanation for why you did the things you did even if they’ve ruined you because it couldn’t have been any other way.”
“Can you fight against it?”
“Yeah, like you can fight against the land.”
― Rough Animals
“a clean slate so clean that even the hand of a god could not have made a forest grow there.”
― Rough Animals
― Rough Animals
“He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.”
― Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West
― Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West
“Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?”
― Lord of the Flies
― Lord of the Flies
“Before Diagnosis"
The lake is dead for a second time
this January. And no matter
how many geese lay their warm breasts
against the ice or fly across
its hard chest, it doesn’t break,
or sink, or open up and swallow them.
The ice is frozen water.
There is no metaphor for exile.
Even if these trees continue to shake
the crows from their branches,
my sister is still farther away from her mind
than we are from each other
sitting on opposite ends of a park bench
waiting for evening to swallow us whole.
In the last moments of a depressive, a sun.
In the last moments of a sun, my sister
says a man is chasing a goose through the snow.”
―
The lake is dead for a second time
this January. And no matter
how many geese lay their warm breasts
against the ice or fly across
its hard chest, it doesn’t break,
or sink, or open up and swallow them.
The ice is frozen water.
There is no metaphor for exile.
Even if these trees continue to shake
the crows from their branches,
my sister is still farther away from her mind
than we are from each other
sitting on opposite ends of a park bench
waiting for evening to swallow us whole.
In the last moments of a depressive, a sun.
In the last moments of a sun, my sister
says a man is chasing a goose through the snow.”
―
“Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.”
― Dracula
― Dracula
“Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.”
― Dracula
― Dracula
