Screaming with the Cannibals, New Edition

Summary

Crum Trilogy, Part 2

In this sequel to Crum, Jesse Stone is still on the move. He finds himself in a holy-roller church in Kentucky, on the other side of the Tug River from his native West Virginia, “screaming with the cannibals.” From Kentucky he heads to Myrtle Beach, where he gets hired as a lifeguard, although he can’t even swim. Of course, trouble follows Jesse Stone. And so he is always in a hurry to leave—and he doesn’t much care where he is going. Throughout this tale, Jesse anxiously continues his search for a freedom and a future that he knows exists outside of his familiar world.

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Contents

FOREWORD

Part I
West Virginia
BLACK HAWK RIDGE

Part II
Kentucky
SCREAMING WITH THE CANNIBALS

Part III
South Carolina
BLEEDING ON THE SAND

Author

Lee Maynard was born and raised in the ridges and mountains of West Virginia, an upbringing that darkens and shapes much of his writing. His work has appeared in such publications as Columbia Review of Literature, Kestrel, Reader’s Digest, The Saturday Review, Rider Magazine, Washington Post, Country America, and The Christian Science Monitor. Maynard gained public and literary attention for his depiction of adolescent life in a rural mining town in his first novel Crum and received a Literary Fellowship in Fiction from the National Endowment for the Arts to complete Screaming with the Cannibals. Maynard serves as President and CEO of The Storehouse, an independently funded, nonprofit food pantry in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He received the 2008 Turquoise Chalice Award in honor his dedication to this organization.

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Reviews

“[Maynard] once again succeeds in delivering a devastatingly soul-searching, scabrous and very funny literary experience.”
Michael Shannon Friedman, The Charleston Gazette

“Between the first and last pages of Screaming with the Cannibals are characters so real you can see them bleed, smell their sweat, hear their cries of libido-provoked frustration, wallow with them in the darkness of their spirits and — God help us all — laugh when they die the most horrible deaths.”
Dave Peyton, Charleston Daily Mail