“This fictional account of a writer struggling to piece together a nonfictional account of why someone set a match to Greenwood’s cotton fields in 1985 is one of the truest, most honest depictions of the secrets, betrayals, and shared pasts that make every small town in America tick.” Lou Perry‘s memory is jogged by Growing Up Dead In Texas.
“Crustaceans were my out for this whole mess I’ve gotten myself into—my trump card to the vegetarian world. They don’t have spinal cords, I told people again and again. So I’m not going to eat chicken or lamb or steak for sixty days, but I will eat crabs, lobsters, and shrimp, I said. No spinal cord equals no pain, see?” Lou Perry discovers it’s not that easy.