The Try-Works

Joel was recently kind enough to inquire on an old post if I’d read any of Harry Crews’ non-fiction since talking to him in the comments. The answer is hell yes. Thanks to the wonders of our local library system, I finished Florida Frenzy a couple of days back and am about half-way through Blood and Grits, which is criminally out of print. He’s right, Harry Crews may be be a fine novelist, but he’s a fucking monster essayist. More to come.

I posted a clip from the documentary Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus awhile ago which wasn’t the clip I wanted. Following are the clips I wanted. They sum up kinda what makes Mr. Crews so fucking special.

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Part three: