Now that a few days have passed and life has settled down a bit, I have been able to sift through all of the stunning passages that I happened to highlight along the way. This could have been almost an epic family saga if told over the course of even more pages. When I first finished reading this novel, I was a bit overwhelmed - not because it was difficult to read, but because there were so many stories told through the medium of Granny Vaughn’s ninetieth birthday party.
Descriptions like this – "They walked through waist-high spires of cypress weed, green as strong poison, where the smell of weed and the heat of sun made equal forces, like foes well matched or sweethearts come together." Or, something short and to the point like this – "The distant point of the ridge, like the tongue of a calf, put its red lick on the sky." Unfortunately, my June was anything but lazy and I think some day I will re-read this one when I can sit down and absorb the luscious words that really seemed to pop right off the pages of this book. Losing Battles, set in the summer of 1930’s Mississippi, grabbed my attention and seemed like the perfect lazy, summer day read. The beauty of the prose in that piece compelled me to seek out a full-length piece in which to immerse myself.
Unfortunately, my June was anything but lazy and I think some day I will re-read this one when I can sit down and absorb the luscious words that really seemed to pop right off During early June, I read one of Eudora Welty’s short stories titled "A Worn Path". During early June, I read one of Eudora Welty’s short stories titled "A Worn Path".
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