By Harry Crews
A black jockey with a genius for horses and girls ... his white grasp, a slave to the corrupt wishes of his flesh ... an amoral Southern attractiveness queen, out to seduce and take advantage of them both.... From this twisted human triangle comes one of many sensational novels of our time—a revelation of ardour, perversity and weird hungers.
"Absorbing and superb!"—Erskine Caldwell
“An unforgettable experience!”—Oregon Journal
“Macabre and slapstick, howiingly humorous and as unhappy as a zoo, ribald and wry, bare in backyard Hills lives as much as and past the shining promise of Mr. Crews' first novel, The Gospel Singer. it's southern Gothic at its top, a Hieronymus Bosch panorama in Dixie.” —Jean Stafford, within the manhattan instances publication overview
“The degree is decided with such minute perfection and fact that any one attempting to describe it might merely be stuck in imprecise inanities. backyard Hills is a carnival, a freak convey that echoes all of lifestyles. it's a degree of Mr. Crews’ artwork that from this international unblemished fact emerges. Ruthless, merciless, blackly appealing ... as uncomplicated and inevitable as sin-brings-punishment and as complex and extreme as human adventure ..."—Harper’s
“Fine and livid, shiny and alive ... a tremendous new voice!”—Los Angeles Times
From Kirkus Reviews
You may possibly take note the underground hymn of The Gospel Singer (1968). Mr. Crews back offers an existential freakshow that's delicately crafted and seems announcing whatever. . . whether you're by no means relatively yes what it's. He's type of the Ingmar Bergman of the quick novel featuring the following backyard Hills, as soon as website of the world's greatest phosphate mine, deserted now to 12 households and the "Fat Man," whose father by accident grew to become a millionaire. "Fat Man" is a 5 foot, pounder while first met eating crates of Metrecal and nonetheless taking pictures slowly outward. He's handled through 4 toes of perfection, one Jester who was once destined to be a jockey yet misplaced his race with worry. "Fat-Man" lives in his fort, benign custodian to the twelve households who're confident that the phosphate king Jack O'Boylan goes to reactivate the mine with a purpose to resume their most likely interrupted lifestyles trend. yet Dolly, again from manhattan, is aware that O'Boylan isn't coming again and he or she has plans for turning backyard Hills into the main some distance out vacationer catch ever conjured up through a distorted brain. The plan comprises cross pass cages and one relatively strong one with trays of steaming foodstuff. Mr. Crews has one of many wildest imaginations round. . . you won't be capable of placed him down.