Post Modern Rural American Literature

Welcome to the Tongue and Pen.

We'd like to start my first posting by putting the rumor to rest - yes, we have read the yet untitled novel by Chucky Chowski.

Don't ask how we came to possess it.

The book was very readable. In fact, it may be his best yet. It's not the book that concerns us. It's the motivation from which he writes. If you have had the oppotunity to speak with Chucky at community social gatherings, as we have, you know he has a penchant for fist fighting. This is clearly seen in Chapter 4, titled "Why Yes, Johnny Does Hate Jazz" -

Johnny walked out the back door onto the enclosed patio. He could feel his pulse racing and knew he had to do it. Reaching inside his coat pocket, he pulled out his flask -the one he bought in Mexicali- took a pull, and drove the flask into Morty Bumpkin's temple. As Morty Bumpkin lay on the ground in a heap, kept alive only by the flask plugging the hole in his head, Johnny lit a Nat Sherman and said, "Now this is a party." - Page 56

We hope Chucky Chowski finds his peace. More to come soon.