Stories. A young man believes his new Saudi bride is a suicide bomber. Stories. A woman hears something crying outside her bedroom window. Is the baby alone in the desert? Is it sick? Is it hurt? Stories. A seventy-five year old holocaust survivor wants to find the man who killed his wife before age becomes an issue. Stories. A battered woman learns rule number one. Don’t talk yourself out of what you feel, what you see. Too many people do that. These are love stories, in their way. Stories about loving each other the way we do.
Praise
Ron Savage’s tales—through terse, compact, suggestive phrases opens to the reader the inner world of his characters, while understatedly describing an indifferent, often harsh, world within which they are encased—take on many of the vexing issues (such as: war, violence, and the resulting physical and/or psychological trauma) of our contemporary world.His stories reveal what’s going on rather then tendentiously preach about the innumerable social ills of these “end times. —Csaba Polony
Savage is an author with a rare flair for presenting high drama situations in which the political and personal intersect, sparking a deep current of excitement that is likely to take the top of your head off if you don't hold it on.—Jim Feast |
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Ron Savage received his BA, MA and doctorate from The College of William & Mary where he graduated with honors and is a member of Phi Beta Kappa. He has published more than 100 stories worldwide. He is the recipient of the Editor’s Circle Award in Best New Writing and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He has been a guest fiction editor for Crazyhorse and is the author of the novels Scar Keeper (Hilliard & Harris), Sharing Atmosphere (Black Matrix), Cheap Meat (Damnation Books). His new novel The Dreaming Field (DarkFuse) will be out in April, 2013. Some of his publications include Film Comment, North American Review, Shenandoah, The Baltimore Review and The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. www.ronsavage.net
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Excerpt From "In the Blood" |
He said, You must grasp the cello with your knees and guide the bow across her neck like a lovely murder. He said, You must dress for the cello, preferably a white shirt and a dark tie. Polish your shoes; wear a fresh crease in your gray gabardines. He said, You must woo the cello by holding her to you and humming the melody you want her to sing. And never lose your patience, that is most important, never say a foul word. Do these things and you can have her, Mr. Roche would tell me. The cello appreciates a gentleman. |
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