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Mary Ward Brown! Even the name falls trippingly from the tongue, does it not? Only in the last two years has this great woman of letters died. She lived an amazing life. This collection of stories was published when she was no spring chicken (nearly 70 years old).

She published most of the stories individually in literary magazines from the time she graduated college until the time she published the collection. She wrote like Chekhov. One of my favorite lines from the collection comes from the titular story where the narrator is discussing her love for a man named Frank. The narrator says, "Spring was Frank in a short-sleeved shirt." Ah, I think I dropped the book on the floor after reading that. The book is filled with these gems, these perfect sentences. (Her method of writing was always to compose in long-hand. She would write her stories on paper and then rewrite them on paper, always removing unnecessary words, which gives her prose the quality of poetry.)

I live in the state where she lived, Alabama. If I were asked to give one book that best portrays Alabama, I would give them this book. And although these stories are set in the South, they contain universal themes- love, loss, class, race, death, aging, and surviving. (I can't remember which one of those literary devils said something along the lines of this: in order to write about universal truths, you must first write from a particular place. Mary Ward Brown wrote from Alabama, but she could have and would have written well from anywhere.)

I cannot recommend these stories enough.

Mary Ward Brown will be coming to read in Jackson next month. I can not wait to meet her. This is a must read for anyone struggling to find time and justification to write while also struggling with being a mother and wife and making ends meet. She never complains in her memoir, but delivers hope to all of us who do. I borrowed this from a library, but after reading it, I know I'll have to buy it and hopefully have it signed. This book is a good companion to Tillie Olsen's book, Silences.

This is a book of short stories. I think my aunt gave it to me a few years ago. I remember nothing about it except the first story which was about an old woman picking out the dress she wanted to be buried in.