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A review by tommooney
Don't Skip Out on Me by Willy Vlautin
5.0
DON'T SKIP OUT ON ME by Willy Vlautin.
Thank god for that; I needed a good one. And boy, was it ever a good one. This is Vlautin's masterpiece. All of his books are superb but this is where he tips into Haruf quality.
Horace, a half-white, half-Indian hired hand on a remote Nevada ranch, dreams of another life. He dreams of becoming a champion boxer. So he packs up and leaves his adopted family to head for Tuscan, Arizona, where he adopts the moniker Hector Hidalgo (because all the toughest boxers are Mexican and everyone thinks he's Mex anyway).
What follows is a stunning, heartbreaking meditation on lonliness and identity.
Vlautin must now be one of the greatest American writers and his books would find a happy home on the shelves of all the lovers of Drury, Haruf et al. Bloody read him, or else.
Thank god for that; I needed a good one. And boy, was it ever a good one. This is Vlautin's masterpiece. All of his books are superb but this is where he tips into Haruf quality.
Horace, a half-white, half-Indian hired hand on a remote Nevada ranch, dreams of another life. He dreams of becoming a champion boxer. So he packs up and leaves his adopted family to head for Tuscan, Arizona, where he adopts the moniker Hector Hidalgo (because all the toughest boxers are Mexican and everyone thinks he's Mex anyway).
What follows is a stunning, heartbreaking meditation on lonliness and identity.
Vlautin must now be one of the greatest American writers and his books would find a happy home on the shelves of all the lovers of Drury, Haruf et al. Bloody read him, or else.