SCREAMING WITH THE CANNIBALS
By LEE MAYNARD
(Vandalia Press, Paperback, 9781935978497, 262pp.)
Publication Date: April 2012
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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.
Lee Maynard was born and raised in the hardscrabble ridges and hard-packed mountains of West Virginia, an upbringing that darkens and shapes much of his writing. His work has appeared in such publications such as Columbia Review of Literature, Appalachian Heritage, 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 its sequel, Screaming with the Cannibals.
An avid outdoorsman and conservationist, Maynard is a mountaineer, sea kayaker, skier, and former professional river runner. Currently, 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 to honor his dedication to this organization.
“[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