Wendy Brenner’s classic 2005 profile of snake enthusiast Dean Ripa, who died Saturday. By now I’ve grown accustomed (and rather devoted) to Dean’s rhetorical style—outrageous overstatement, subsequent qualification—but I think I recognize something else, something authentic here: a certain strain of introverted misanthropy… | May, 2017
Glenn Taylor is the author, most recently, of A Hanging at Cinder Bottom. His first novel, The Ballad of Trenchmouth Taggart, was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. He lives with his wife and three sons in Morgantown, West Virginia, where he teaches in the MFA program at West Virginia University.
Short fiction by Glenn Taylor from our Spring 2017 issue.
I knew something was amiss when I began to see men and women on the street as trees. Their arms were branches and their fingers twigs. Some were sprouting little green buds that looked like lima bean fingernails. Every shoestring was a rat snake. Every breast an eggplant, every swinging dick a banana.