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Someone you know has just stopped air traffic on the entire East Coast. When you dive below a lover's triangle, a scuba tank empties itself of air. And those Air Force fighter jets won't stop crashing into that canyon.
Welcome to HERE COMES THE ROAR, Dave Shaw's inventive collection of events in the aftermath of attraction. The men and women in this new Katherine Anne Porter Prize-winning book receive their baptism by the pounding blades of a hovering helicopter, go fishing with an anarchist lost in time, trespass on an Air Force base in their underwear, and face all manner of travails. Most, somehow, emerge the better for their battles, even though nobody has quite managed to eject in time.
HERE COMES THE ROAR blends imagination and humor for readers in search of something bold.
"A hypnotic novella and three quirky stories from the second winner of the Katherine Anne Porter award. The prize here is for 'Diving with the Devil,' a dreamy little joy: When a group of friends go diving for a summer on a remote Bahamian key, it's an opportunity for narrator Peter Cole to explore a cultural fugue of cranky bush pilots, wizened fisherman so long on the beaches their news is all 40 years old, bratty Americans who can't stop their drunken rants about old romantic conquests, and the blend of superstition and suspicion that results when it turns out that the group's divemaster may have something to do with 'the virus'--local code for drug running. Just as immediate as that, though, is Cole's old feeling for the woman who is now his wife's friend, and a new feeling for the spouse of a poor diver who leaves the Bahamas after his first trip to the deep. And deep is the final lesson: the immersion into a world close to home, yet weighted by emotional pressure, an underwater lilt, and a soothing slow-motion language. Shaw's short stories are quirky and engaging as well. 'Holding Pattern at D.C. International' tells of the squalid lives of employees whose only excitement comes from intra-clique politics and the potential of too many planes in the air, and a bunch of Air Force men in 'A Cure for Gravity' convalesce together in a hospital for those with uncertain injuries, though the new captain is lucid enough to note that 'There is drama in our madness, even a sense of purpose, albeit somewhat misguided. But men with only broken hearts are laughingstocks.' The true excitement comes, though, from the fact that the novella here was once much shorter, and that this is a writer ready to make a significant move toward even longer work. The real thing."
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