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John Bare
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Winston-Salem, The United States
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February 2021
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Fair-Skinned Brunette with the Porcelain Shine
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My Biscuit Baby
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“Siler smiled. He poured. He fiddled with the jukebox app and pulled up “All the Time in the World” from Secret Monkey Weekend. Let’s start with the clear blue skies . . .
“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
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“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
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“Pearl blinked. The bitternut was talking to her. She adored these woods. The trees talked to her. On the boiling August days, when air was thick as gravy, the trees told her about the secret places in Battle Park that held on to the cool. In January, when leaves underfoot made Rice Krispies sounds, the trees told her where to find sunbeams. Once
when I was sleepless at 3 a.m., I heard her whispering prayers in her sleep. In bed beside her, I listened. Later, when I asked her about what I observed, she said the trees visited her in her dreams and taught her prayers. As she told me this, she reached out and touched my right cheek with the back of her right hand. I felt electricity in my bones.”
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when I was sleepless at 3 a.m., I heard her whispering prayers in her sleep. In bed beside her, I listened. Later, when I asked her about what I observed, she said the trees visited her in her dreams and taught her prayers. As she told me this, she reached out and touched my right cheek with the back of her right hand. I felt electricity in my bones.”
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“Siler smiled. He poured. He fiddled with the jukebox app and pulled up “All the Time in the World” from Secret Monkey Weekend. "Let’s start with the clear blue skies . . ."
“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
― My Biscuit Baby
“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
― My Biscuit Baby
“Siler smiled. He poured. He fiddled with the jukebox app and pulled up “All the Time in the World” from Secret Monkey Weekend. "Let’s start with the clear blue skies . . ."
“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
― My Biscuit Baby
“I miss the days when we sat around Pig Farm doing nothing,” Siler said. “I miss time.”
― My Biscuit Baby
“I miss my biscuit baby
My flour power lady
A friend to saints and sinners
Up for breakfast, lunch or dinner
She rises on her own
She never makes me eat a scone
My flour power lady
Oh, I miss my biscuit baby”
― My Biscuit Baby
My flour power lady
A friend to saints and sinners
Up for breakfast, lunch or dinner
She rises on her own
She never makes me eat a scone
My flour power lady
Oh, I miss my biscuit baby”
― My Biscuit Baby
“I daydreamed through the rest of the rally, daydreamed about Pearl with her head on my shoulder as we floated past the ancient cypress trees on the Black River. Daydreamed about sipping whiskey at Water Grill and asking the waiter to bring us a dozen honeymoon oysters. Daydreamed about sitting with Pearl’s dad on his porch, cranking the handle on the old freezer that would produce for us peach ice cream. Daydreamed through the final offerings from the choir and the photo op that had Miss Emmy pretending to be overwhelmed by the crush of the actors crowded into her path as she walked from the stage to the SUV. In the TV ad, she would look like Bobby Kennedy. Siler and I looped around the crowd and arrived at the truck ahead of her.”
― My Biscuit Baby
― My Biscuit Baby
“Pearl blinked. The bitternut was talking to her. She adored these woods. The trees talked to her. On the boiling August days, when air was thick as gravy, the trees told her about the secret places in Battle Park that held on to the cool. In January, when leaves underfoot made Rice Krispies sounds, the trees told her where to find sunbeams. Once when I was sleepless at 3 a.m., I heard her whispering prayers in her sleep. In bed beside her, I listened. Later, when I asked her about what I observed, she said the trees visited her in her dreams and taught her prayers. As she told me this, she reached out and touched my right cheek with the back of her right hand. I felt electricity in my bones.”
― My Biscuit Baby
― My Biscuit Baby
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“My Biscuit Baby is a 90-proof tale flavored with Troll's, Upper Deck and Springfest memories, as Lassie James and friends bury a Tar Heel classmate and defend against new threats to a Chapel Hill treasure. The story is a love letter to Battle Park.”—Steve Ferguson, UNC '88 Morrison Dorm Resident Emeritus
“Reading John Bare's My Biscuit Baby is the next best thing to wandering amongst the old stone walls of Chapel Hill. This is a story of politics, BBQ wars, international intrigue, and love. It is also a jukebox of memory—of chicken and cheese biscuits, blue cups at He's Not Here, jamming at Cat's Cradle, listening to Liquid Pleasure, walking in Battle Park, and watching the sunrise from the stone bench at Gimghoul Castle. Literary great Thomas Wolfe once wrote, ‘You can't go home again’. Well, it turns out that you can and John Bare's jaunty, funny, and authentically Southern story takes us all home—to college, to friendship, to songs past, and to a time and place where so many of us found enlightenment.” —Steven J. Tepper, UNC '89 & executive director emeritus of
UNC-Chapel Hill's 200th Anniversary
"John Bare's prose reads like poetry. The song lyrics are humorous and smart as well as the characters. Even if you don't know Chapel Hill you will enjoy the Southern storytelling tight narrative. This a real fast and fun read with modern historical events woven into an intriguing mystery. Drizzled with humor and pathos in the middle of the biscuit and the center of the cinnamon roll. It will be over before you want, leaving you looking forward to the next book. Thanks John for putting some fun into the Summer of 2021. Can't wait to find out more about the "Baptist Communist" and what Siler might do in the next book!: Joel T. Youngblood
"I highly recommend this enjoyable and easy read. The modern twist on the noir-mystery genre was entertaining. The characters were engaging and multi-dimensional. Perfect read for a vacation/trip. Will be giving to NC friends for Christmas; I know they will enjoy reading about the actual NC locations. Looking forward to the next book in the series!" Lisa Dismore"I recently saw John after being out of touch for 40 years and found out he’d authored this book and another novel was being released in January. I came home and ordered the book and started reading it last week a couple of chapters a night. Well, last night I got about half way in and couldn’t put it down until I finished it. I CANNOT WAIT FOR MY BISCUIT BABY. Great writing, very clever and the mystery was great." Kim L.
—Gwenyfar Rohler, Old Books on Front Street, Wilmington, NC