Uncommon novel, eight years in the making, Scarecrow 'is a novel of many dimensions: sex, drugs, mythology, witchcraft, violence, deformity, tenderness, fear, diabolic possession, reincarnation, schizophrenia, spiritual torment and death.' Part detective novel, part acid trip and part love triangle gone haywire, released in 1974, Scarecrow is Hernton's first and only published novel.
I touched looked at her one more time. My eyes started to burn. Wet watery drops started to fall out my left and right eye. My straw like skin felt like it was burning in a room of blazing hot fire. The left part of my chest started to feel like it was bubbling inside. I feel on the ground falling asleep. "Hey little guy. Come on wake up, wake up, Cliff said." My eyes started to slowly open.I felt loose but heavier than ever. "Cliff is that you,I said?" He looked at me. Almost like he had never seen me before and got real close um in my face. "How do you know my name! I hope you ain't wondering around this farm eating my crops little boy, she screamed!" What was she talking about I'm nearly 55 years old. Why is she acting like she don't know me. "Cliff its me Scarecrow,I said." "You Scarecrow. No way your Scarecrow wheres your straws you got human flesh.If your scare crow than I must be seeing things, she said." "Human flesh,I whispered to my self." I looked at my hands, they were strong and tight. I felt like i had the energy of 20 men running through my skin. I don't how. or what happend to me, maybe I was given a seccond chance of life real, sweet old life. But fro some reason i didn't like it. I just wanted to be with someone. but I coulnd't remember.