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modeislodis's review
3.0
I struggled with his writing, as it often felt jargon-y. Sometimes I plain couldn't make sense of what he was describing or what someone's reply meant. Certainly a fresh voice, though. Truth be told, knowing that Pancake isn't alive anymore smooths those jagged edges in his writing. I'm slightly more forgiving with my opinion since this is all we'll get from him.
almartin's review against another edition
5.0
hunting shotguns whores hollows rivers mines hounds trucks engines bars fights trailers mountains farms foxes families yearning love regret.
-- your own personal attic stuffed full of treasures.
it would be hyperbolic to say that Breece Pancake's stories are that treasure - but they're certainly selling bags of peanuts outside that ballpark, at the minimum.
words, as Pancake continually reminds me, are the tools of art, not the product. -Tim Heffernan
I’d been hearing about Pancake for years, mostly from other writers. It was a connoisseur’s recommendation, like being given the name of delicious but hard-to-find bourbon from a friend in the liquor trade. -Jon Michaudthe dream - or at least a dream, appropriate apologies to Ms. Dunham - is that when you walk into a bookstore or fire up your spotify-netflix-amazon recommendation engine you will be clued into a treasure; art of such clarity and grace that it reveals as-yet-unmapped horizons, now demanding to be explored. better still if said art is forgotten, under-appreciated, lost to history
-- your own personal attic stuffed full of treasures.
it would be hyperbolic to say that Breece Pancake's stories are that treasure - but they're certainly selling bags of peanuts outside that ballpark, at the minimum.
steve_sanders's review
5.0
These stories only get better(and more relevant) with age. Is there a closer analogue to Buddy Holly in American literature than Breece Pancake?