I caught this story over the weekend. It’s an interview with short story writer Ron Rash. It’s worth a listen, particularly at the end when host Scott Simon raves about this one paragraph. Author Ron Rash reads his work out loud.
Full story here.
At the radio station, she would unlock the door and soon enough Buddy Harper would end his broadcast and leave. She would say, this is the nighthawk, and play after midnight. Ginny would speak to people in bedrooms, to clerks drenched in the fluorescent light of convenience stores, to mail workers driving back roads home after graveyard shifts. She would speak to the drunk and sober, the godly and the godless, all the while high above where she sat, the station’s red beacon would pulse like a harp, as if giving bearings to all those in the dark adrift and alone.
Yep, totally going to get this collection of stories.