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Wet Places at Noon
- Iowa Short Fiction Award
- Narrated by: Ken Krauss
- Length: 8 hrs and 38 mins
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Wet Places at Noon
Narrated by:
Ken Krauss
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Publisher's Summary
Abbott's community is pure Americana, a wild world inhabited by gloriously street-smart smartasses: overeducated, underemployed men mourning for the confident women who have left them - or have they? - but knowing that equally confident women are just around the corner-or are they? His urgent, maximalist style allows their exhilarating voices to be heard and remembered.
©1997 Lee Abbott (P)2012 Redwood Audiobooks
What the critics say
“Lee Abbott is a significant American writer, one of our culture's more compelling stylist, an acrobat of the word. Abbott's voice has the familarity of a front-porch storyteller, the voice of the guy in every picture of every high-school prom who has what he wrongly thinks is a firm grip on life and love and from that point thereafter disappears into an unkind world.” (Bob Shacochis)
“Abbott writes like a fallen angel. These are wild, vibrant stories, caustic and sardonic, wildly funny and bitter as grief, full of passion and perfidy. As his characters crash through burnt-over landscapes and tune into 'the talk talked by worms,' they bring us an odd kind of hope.” (Andrea Barret)