A review by wendyfalconerslibrary
Fine Just the Way it Is, by Annie Proulx
3.0
All is pain.
Pain and misery.
Killing blizzards, ruinious droughts.
Nobody loves no one.
And if you're really lucky, flesh-eating weasels and the neighbor's pet cat will stay fat all winter eating your beloved bride, after she's died, alone and in great pain, giving birth to a dead child, which is subsequently eaten by coyotes. (Beats the flesh-eating weasel, I say.)
And yet, I can't stop reading these stories. The only ones I really could have lived without were the ones about the devil. Though I love the idea that Manolo will be consigned to wearing his own shoes in hell.
Pain and misery.
Killing blizzards, ruinious droughts.
Nobody loves no one.
And if you're really lucky, flesh-eating weasels and the neighbor's pet cat will stay fat all winter eating your beloved bride, after she's died, alone and in great pain, giving birth to a dead child, which is subsequently eaten by coyotes. (Beats the flesh-eating weasel, I say.)
And yet, I can't stop reading these stories. The only ones I really could have lived without were the ones about the devil. Though I love the idea that Manolo will be consigned to wearing his own shoes in hell.