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David’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at David’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
David Wesley Williams’s Followers (24)
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David Wesley Williams
Goodreads Author
Born
Maysville, Ky., The United States
Website
Twitter
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Influences
Faulkner and Welty. Blues and jazz. Bourbon and coffee. Memphis and th
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Member Since
October 2011
New essay: Writers at Work (Chapter 16, April 2026)
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Discipline writes books. Hard work makes literary history. And the muse is a harsh quarry master.
That’s the value of visiting the working haunts of beloved writers, I think. To realize, or remember, that writing is toil.
They’re shrines, these writing rooms. Shrines to the struggle.
Put another way: I like visiting these sainted spaces for the same reason I like visiting old
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Long Gone Daddies
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2013
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Memphis Noir (Akashic Noir)
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2015
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5 editions
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Forty Stories
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2012
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Everybody Knows
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Come Again No More
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I'll Take You There
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Come Again No More
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David’s Recent Updates
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David Williams
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Charles White
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| “The Mysterious Women of J Road” is an Ozark horror story filled with spells and strange beasts, demons and dark magic. But Allison Cundiff’s genius as a storyteller is to ground the tale in even stronger, if far less fantastical stuff: family bonds, ...more | |
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| The world is fraught and life is fragile. That’s all the writing prompt Matthew F. Jones seems to need with “A Reckoning up Black Cat Hollow” (Regal House Publishing), a rural noir that is by turns tense, violent, tender, and surreal. It’s a thriller ...more | |
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“And then we had the wake. It was lovely with tears and laughter, roar and uproar. Nobody died. Well, only a little. We all died a little. But death mostly let us be. Death seemed to think there was, for us, a fate worse than it. Which left us alive in the end, and so very, very drunk.”
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“Good puzzle would be cross Memphis without passing a barbecue joint.”
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“The sun played children’s games with the clouds, but the clouds grew tired of such trifling and turned dark.
Two days out of Memphis, a sort of desperation set in aboard the Clementine. Nerves were frayed from the long journey west and patience was as short as the supply of whiskey—a cross look could get you a poke in the eye, a sarcastic remark might prompt a pot shot from one of the cheap pistols that suddenly proliferated on board. Children carried them, even. The snotnoses—armed!”
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Two days out of Memphis, a sort of desperation set in aboard the Clementine. Nerves were frayed from the long journey west and patience was as short as the supply of whiskey—a cross look could get you a poke in the eye, a sarcastic remark might prompt a pot shot from one of the cheap pistols that suddenly proliferated on board. Children carried them, even. The snotnoses—armed!”
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“He tried the crank radio, a pirate station out of Memphis. Static and guitar scratch, the straggling notes of a song about home.”
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“Some nights, we have the road to ourselves and the radio sings only for us. We play our shows and tear-ass out. Tonight, it was this little dive bar in a town we took to calling East Motherless. But we play, no matter. We rock and then we roll. The soundcheck and the fury, the power chord and the glory. Then we load our gear into a muddy-brown Merc with a little trailer behind, and we’re off. Slinging gravel, filling sky with road.”
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