Burtch offers a collection of short stories set in rural America that explore the theme of irretrievable loss.
In this melancholic assemblage of more than two dozen short stories, the author examines the austere conditions of human life in the American West and the backwoods of Pennsylvania; the formidable and unforgiving nature of the terrain serves as an analogue for the human soul. In the titular story, aging oil-rig hands Otie and J.L. discover that the company they work for has been suddenly sold, resulting in a massive windfall for its crass owner. Left without any apparent options, the pair chooses to die by suicide in a macabre pantomime of a lovers’ pact. The scene is powerfully captured by the author: “Otis and J.L. were flat on the floor, embracing, motionless, blue and cold. Tacked to a pecan tree was a white paper plate. On the plate was scrawled a note, a message that spoke of gratitude.” In one brief story, “The Reincarnation of Ned Piketon,” an unnamed fisherman yanks a decaying human hand from the water, adorned by one ring with the name Ned etched onto it. He knows only one Ned from his own life, a “human weed” who cooks meth, and unsentimentally decides to continue his fishing, using the hand as bait. This peculiar combination of the gruesomely saturnine and comic is a signature feature of this sad but absorbing collection. In the latter third of the book, many of the stories revolve around the character Will, a young boy in rural Pennsylvania; sometimes these tales strike falsely sentimental notes. For example, in “Through the Trees,” Will, alienated from his family, draws a picture of himself as an “expressionless boy” outside the house in a heavy-handed act of symbolism that apparently still needs additional commentary: “All alone, in the deep cold snow, up above his knees.” Fortunately, this cloying imagery is not characteristic of Burtch’s writing, which, more often than not, admirably avoids treacle.
A funereal but thoughtful set of stories that sharply limns the bleaker aspects of rural life.