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Crimes in Southern Indiana: Stories (2011)

de Frank Bill

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A ferocious debut that puts Frank Bill's southern Indiana on the literary map next to Cormac McCarthy's eastern Tennessee and Daniel Woodrell's Missouri Ozarks Crimes in Southern Indianais the most blistering, vivid, flat-out fearless debut to plow into American literature in recent years. Frank Bill delivers what is both a wake-up call and a gut punch. Welcome to heartland America circa right about now, when the union jobs and family farms that kept the white on the picket fences have given way to meth labs, backwoods gunrunners, and bare-knuckle brawling. Bill's people are pressed to the brink--and beyond. There is Scoot McCutchen, whose beloved wife falls terminally ill, leaving him with nothing to live for--which doesn't quite explain why he brutally murders her and her doctor and flees, or why, after years of running, he decides to turn himself in. In the title story, a man who has devolved from breeding hounds for hunting to training them for dog-fighting crosses paths with a Salvadoran gangbanger tasked with taking over the rural drug trade, but who mostly wants to grow old in peace. AsCrimes in Sourthern Indianaunfolds, we witness the unspeakable, yet are compelled to find sympathy for the depraved. Bill's southern Indiana is haunted with the deep, authentic sense of place that recalls the best of Southern fiction, but the interconnected stories bristle with the urban energy of a Chuck Palahniuk or a latter-day Nelson Algren and rush with the slam-bang plotting of pulp-noir crime writing à la Jim Thompson. Bill's prose is gritty yet literary, shocking, and impossible to put down. A dark evocation of the survivalist spirit of the working class, this is a brilliant debut by an important new voice.… (mais)
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  Mcdede | Jul 19, 2023 |
Good God. Quentin Tarantino’s Winesburg, Ohio.
There was so much perfect imagery, and such a breakneck pace, and so much thrilling action in which I was actually really vested, that what this book didn’t have—a trajectory of plot, some overarching element which took the individual stories beyond the tragedy of their environment—didn’t occur to me until a day after I’d finished it. And maybe it doesn’t need one. But it has so many other aspects that we have come to see as masterful in various forms of 21st century literature—a nearly flawless choreography of bloodshed, a precise sense of what details were needed for the story’s setting and action to continue unimpeded, quick and visceral stakes for each of the characters—that I don't mind its structure at all. The string of stories did build to the last one, and each story was satisfying in one way or another, most ways being justice with someone buried in the backyard.
“Hill Clan Cross” certainly sets the tone for the book. Halfway through the story I was not sure what was going to happen, considering 90% of the characters we had met so far were dead. The story is valuable as an opening story because it sets the limits of what these men are willing to do to each other: as much as they can do to each other (murder in the woods) and what drives them to that. Crimes which any of us would hold grudges for: theft, double-crossing, sloppiness. Mistakes, lack of perfection. It shows how they value blood relations and that they are not beyond killing their own for breaking a rule. Having read the full book, this story seems almost simplistic—it serves as a good introduction to the characters in that way, and to the book as a whole; it serves to steel one’s stomach.
“These Old Bones” made me so damn happy. On a second look I couldn’t believe it was only five pages long. I was born ready for a woman to wield the rifle, and Josephine did us all proud in the specific way that someone who has endured far more than we ever will can inspire our hearts to thrill with the barest association—identified gender.
“All the Awful” brought the rest of the lengths Bill was willing to go in this book to light. The women still rose, still banded together, and it was, in the end, their choice to be merciful. It almost seems as if Bill is weaving a new mythology of a broken, barbarian world in which people establish their own moral codes, not unlike the ideas of a morally bankrupt medieval time period, or the appeal of the wild west. Setting this mythology in our living memory gives a different kind of hope to the way these people wield their power, the power all of us have, of killing or letting live, of what to do with not just a single moment of our lives but each and every one.
“The Penance of Scoot McCutcheon” fucking broke me. Bill never lets us believe the world these people live in is simple, or the decisions they make are simple, but in this story he reveals the ruthlessness of that complication, and how the dimensionality or the consequences of our decisions does not excuse us from making them. His stakes are lives, his lessons writ large in blood, but that is perhaps the best medium for his message.
“Officer Down (Tweakers)” combines the time and space dimensions that Bill had been weaving throughout these stories. Because of the relationship Moon has to Rusty, we can see that there is more to this Southern Indiana than grudges made of dirt and alcohol. And because of what happens between him and Ina, not even detailed (does Bill ever detail anything?), we can see that all these ties break, even the ones people anchor themselves to. This one did feel a bit like a setup—not that it felt bad, since this was still just the cusp of the book, but it felt like a conscious nod that these characters would be coming back, that circles would be made in the dust, that like these characters we would not easily or soon be free.
“The Need.” “It’s what happened when a southern Indiana farm boy scored high on the ASVAB test before entering the military… Wayne wanted to serve his country, use his God-given abilities. Unfortunately, God had other plans.”
“Beautiful even in Death” was the beginning of a realization of how much people drink while driving trucks in this book. This humanized the 19-year-old whose mug shot we see when he goes to county jail. We don’t know what’s happened to anybody else and the worst we can do is not believe them, although sometimes it seems that’s all we can do.
“The Accident” explains why a man mows his lawn at 2:00 in the morning, and makes us want to, I think. Stanley’s painful and close narration brought me in. The twist at the end seemed unfathomable and I think that is the size of Bill’s project: he doesn’t make us relate to his characters, he just explains them to us emotionally, lays out what has happened to them, and then we are in the same place. No tedious connections or nostalgia necessary.
“The Old Mechanic” is a song in the same tune as its predecessor, interestingly enough. It hearkens back to “The Need” in attempting to explain what happens after a war, to the soldiers. There are a couple of nicely done things in this story, first, the span of time covered. Both the past and the present are vivid, and the distinction—names—is clear and effective. The young man’s fear is present with us and helps to keep interest throughout the piece, as he discovers his grandfather, and at the end, we are convinced somehow that he is safe, though there is just as much possibility on the page that is unwritten that the grandfather rediscovered a mistaken target for his rage.
“Rough Company” shows us exactly what this kind of place will do to a child.
“A Coon Hunter’s Noir” has a hell of a twist, and J.W. is one of the most honorable characters in this book, though he does go after someone else with a vengeance and gasoline and a match for what he sees as an injustice. No one can blame her; she wanted a child and was betrayed by her own body. And in the end what are a few years in the pen?
“Amphetamine Twitch” couldn’t have ended well. I have no idea if Bill is good at conveying drug addiction or not but he sure gives that impression. The thing about it is that it all fits into the larger picture Bill is drawing of the place, and in this way the collection really does remind me of Winesburg: there is no moral, just a lot of people living in the same place in the same way despite all the differences in their habits and names and homes. He connects people, he disfigures them by proximity and by showing us only their ugliest moments, their grotesques.
“Old Testament Wisdom” is the only chapter in the book with an epigraph, and brings us back to memories of the first few stories. The image of a teenage girl as a cobra in her softball uniform is one of my favorite descriptions, perhaps, that I have ever read, and that is how men should do it when they write about teenage girls. Also, a brilliant example of showing different points of view with different amounts of information, and a textbook example of how to conduct arms fire between many people with differing results for the budding writer.
“Trespassing between Heaven and Hell” seems to dissect for us Everett’s heart, which is already broken, and when his brother cuffs him it seems like the natural, perfect ending. The thing about Bill’s endings is that they are always unexpected because of the huge number of variables in every situation, but they are simultaneously inevitable when looked back on. He doesn’t let anyone scrape out of any situation unscathed, perhaps because that is how things work, maybe trespassing a bit into the moralization of How Things Work, but not so much that it feels like sermonizing.
“A Rabbit in the Lettuce Patch” is the antidote for “These Old Bones.” I think the redeeming turn of events was the way Ida had her own way and though she was just a housewife she had a decent chance, even when things were hopeless, because of who she was and the wit she kept on her. We don’t feel sorry for Bill’s characters, which is good. He doesn’t give us Sunday School puppets for some kind of modern morality show. Ida dies, in this one, and that’s actually a kind of irrelevant fact, in the scheme of everything else she does.
“Cold, Hard Love” was a trip. Feeling weird afterwards felt like kinkshaming. But this story, which opens up the world of brutal fighting for the sake of money, which makes conflict into profit in preparation for the next story, seems to show us why we feel the way we do, culturally, about people fighting each other for money, other people profiting off that, the way it is blood money one way or another.
“Crimes in Southern Indiana” lived up to the build that the rest of the book gave it. It is the most well-woven, the most complex, the most detailed of the stories. And like Winesburg, this climactic story does not give us a sudden panorama that solves the rest of the stories, but merely goes even deeper into a single one. The others were vignettes and this is the oil painting. Some elements surprised me, but made sense in context—I had heard of certain elements hinted at in other stories. Bill wove these well and tightly, with a good knotting technique.

I could tell this book a lot of ways. The first sentence of this mess of words is only one. Another would be “modern hunting Southern Gothic where everything happens, instead of nothing.” Bill reminds me of some of the Serious Realistic Writers I had to read in school, but he takes things the whole nine yards, finishes the job, and leaves us under six feet of dirt in the backyard. I’d do it again. Still seems like an imposition to suggest anyone else should, but in a heartbeat, I’d do it again.
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  et.carole | Jan 21, 2022 |
Crimes in Southern Indiana by Frank Bill is a collection of short stories that are perhaps just a little too dark and violent. Set in the backwoods country of Southern Indiana, these are tales about rednecks who cook meth, army vets whose bodies came home but their minds stayed on the battlefield, crackers who ignore the bond of kinship if revenge is on the menu. There are no heroes in these stories and unfortunately women mostly appear in order to be beaten, raped or murdered. Some of these stories are interconnected but all are a raw, unflinching look at the dark side of life in a remote, rural county.

Don’t get me wrong, this author can write and deliver stories that amp up the emotions, but personally I would have liked many of these stories to have been tempered with a touch of humanity instead of the cold blooded meanness and constant violence that they delivered. Crimes in Southern Indiana packs a punch with it’s fast pace and shocking subject matter and those of us who love crime stories will appreciate the crisp writing and dark excitement but be warned, this book deals with atrocities and retribution delivered without remorse. ( )
  DeltaQueen50 | May 3, 2021 |
A solid collection of delightfully messed-up stories. Some of them might turn your stomach, some of them might make you laugh so hard you cry - and some of them might do both in the space of a single story. Bill is a unique voice, the way he brings humor into otherwise serious moments. It's what distinguishes him from the others working in similar genres, like Donald Ray Pollack or Daniel Woodrell, and it's what make him such a livewire of an author. Reading this gave me joy as I recalled moments of sheer craziness from Donnybrook and actually, in light of the info I've heard about the impending sequel to that book, makes me think even more highly of it than I did. I am a fan; I can't wait to see what batshit insanity comes next.

More at RB: http://ragingbiblioholism.com/2014/11/26/crimes-in-southern-indiana/ ( )
  drewsof | Sep 30, 2015 |
Frank Bill has talent, but as I can't recall ever having read a more violent book, I don't know of anyone I know I could recommend this book to--including my relatives in southern Indiana.

I have to say that the steady onslaught of murders, rapes, bare-knuckled brawls, dogfights, and the rest seemed so soul-deadening that I had to put the book aside from time to time and read something else to cleanse my mind. Unlike Daniel Woodrell, who also portrays the dark side of rural life, Bill paints characters who seem to have little redeeming value to them. Rather than having any sympathy for the sad circumstances that have warped them into the people they are, a reader just wants to push them out of his consciousness once the book is done. ( )
  kvrfan | Apr 25, 2015 |
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A ferocious debut that puts Frank Bill's southern Indiana on the literary map next to Cormac McCarthy's eastern Tennessee and Daniel Woodrell's Missouri Ozarks Crimes in Southern Indianais the most blistering, vivid, flat-out fearless debut to plow into American literature in recent years. Frank Bill delivers what is both a wake-up call and a gut punch. Welcome to heartland America circa right about now, when the union jobs and family farms that kept the white on the picket fences have given way to meth labs, backwoods gunrunners, and bare-knuckle brawling. Bill's people are pressed to the brink--and beyond. There is Scoot McCutchen, whose beloved wife falls terminally ill, leaving him with nothing to live for--which doesn't quite explain why he brutally murders her and her doctor and flees, or why, after years of running, he decides to turn himself in. In the title story, a man who has devolved from breeding hounds for hunting to training them for dog-fighting crosses paths with a Salvadoran gangbanger tasked with taking over the rural drug trade, but who mostly wants to grow old in peace. AsCrimes in Sourthern Indianaunfolds, we witness the unspeakable, yet are compelled to find sympathy for the depraved. Bill's southern Indiana is haunted with the deep, authentic sense of place that recalls the best of Southern fiction, but the interconnected stories bristle with the urban energy of a Chuck Palahniuk or a latter-day Nelson Algren and rush with the slam-bang plotting of pulp-noir crime writing à la Jim Thompson. Bill's prose is gritty yet literary, shocking, and impossible to put down. A dark evocation of the survivalist spirit of the working class, this is a brilliant debut by an important new voice.

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