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...knew a student from the University at Laramie who was working as wrangler at the ranch where I was staying in Wilson (a town where "Church" means going to the Stagecoach Bar on Sunday evening). The first time I met him, he was picking the hoof of an Appaloosa named Darcy I was about to ride. The name seemed incongruous to me. Eric looked up slowly from under the hat and drawled, "It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune," etc. A racist outfit called Aryan Nation once tried...
...plain talk. She can turn pecan shelling into poetry: "the tick of nut meat tossed in the bowl, cooking utensils in eternal adjustment, insect whisper, the argue of long grass, the faraway cough of cornstalks." She captures the stark geography surrounding Ruby: "This land is flat as a hoof, open as a baby's mouth." And she builds Ruby practically brick by brick: its streets (named after the four Gospels), the three churches (Baptist, Methodist, Pentecostal) ministering to a population...
Defying conventional skepticism about the public appetite for history on the hoof, Undaunted Courage sold more than 750,000 copies, about half of them in paperback. "I had no idea that it would become so big," says the recently retired University of New Orleans history professor, whose more modest literary successes include books on Custer, Crazy Horse, Eisenhower and Nixon. "It's a whole new game," he says. "At the age of 60, I became a rich...
...divorcing, life with father in and out of bars, life with mother living out of cars, life alone. But now, at 23, she has sold more than 5 million copies of her debut album, Pieces of You. And she's got Jazz. Lovingly, she picks sawdust out of his hoof with a brush claw...
...beyond his cult took to Everyone Says I Love You on just that simple level. But we've left out the song-and-dance routine he stages in a hospital corridor. And the novelty number in the funeral parlor. And the fact that the streets through which his people hoof and warble Tin Pan Alley chestnuts are not glamourized back-lot representations of New York City but the real, gritty thing. You can't see the dog poop, but you know it's there...