博客來＂I’m deader’n hell,＂ he said out loud. He said it like a realization that you can’t do much with other than live with the truth of it. Like a shrug.
Circus performers. Mountain lions. A fight to the death. A half deer/half man. Love and death. A cabin in the woods. A fictional retelling of a mysterious ancestor. The Walls Are Closing In On Us is a Southern odyssey that follows George, a dying Choctaw and white man, reckoning with the ghosts of his past as he bleeds out beside a cold North Carolina river, hundreds of miles from home.
His heart was a mess of scars, so thick he wondered how it kept pumping.
Starting with his childhood in Mississippi, The Walls Are Closing In On Us travels across the southeast - by car, foot, and train - along with George on his search for love, anonymity and a quiet life. Only by reexamining a lifetime of flight, grief and the haunting consequences of a teenage act of survival, can George be allowed some version the solitude he’s been searching for.
Based ever so slightly on a true story, this Southern odyssey explores what it means to be anyone at all, and how even the simple act of reading someone’s name is enough to bring them back to life - no matter if they wish to remain forgotten.
