Sherwood Anderson
Winesburg, Ohio
This collection of interconnected stories were my first and only experience with Sherwood Anderson, though I believe them to take up as much space of literary credit as if each short story was its own tome. Beautifully told and woven; I found myself wishing I could pull the book out, longer and longer. I’ve also written about Sherwood Anderson’s tragic death, almost comic.
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