Poachers: Stories

by Tom Franklin

Penzler Pick, December 1999: As the editor of an annual series for Houghton Mifflin titled Best American Mystery Stories, I read scores, if not hundreds, of little magazines in search of the best crime fiction published that year. One story that came to light from the Texas Review was "Poachers" by Tom Franklin, which I thought was easily the most original and memorable tale of 1998. It went on to win the Edgar Allan Poe Award from the Mystery Writers of America and became the title of Franklin's first book, a short story collection of such distinction that it has already provided a shoo-in for spring 2000s Best American Mystery Stories of the Century.

"Poachers" is no ordinary tale of detection but rather a mood piece that will remind the reader of the best of James Lee Burke. Set in the swamps of the deep South, it is a riveting tale of three brothers who are so violent and amoral that they will kill anyone or anything in their path. One of their victims is a young lawman who was much loved, causing the locals to bring in their own hired gun, a game warden of legendary skill as a hunter of poachers. One by one, he tracks down the crazed brothers in a quest for justice.

The other stories in this beautifully produced little volume are also superb. While there is occasional humor, this is not a collection to read if you're in the mood for P.G. Wodehouse or Dave Barry. The dark woods and hollows and the unforgiving swamps and their inhabitants do not make for a sunshiny reading experience. As the old wooden sign in Poachers announces, "Jesus Is Not Coming." Franklin's first novel will be published in 2000 and I, for one, can't wait. --Otto Penzler

Genres: Short Stories, Fiction, Southern Gothic, Southern, Crime, Literature, American

208 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1999

About the author

Tom Franklin was born and raised in Dickinson, Alabama. He held various jobs as a struggling writer living in South Alabama, including working as a heavy-equipment operator in a grit factory, a construction inspector in a chemical plant and a clerk in a hospital morgue. In 1997 he received his MFA from the University of Arkansas. His first book, Poachers was named as a Best First Book of Fiction by Esquire and Franklin received a 1999 Edgar Award for the title story. Franklin has published two novels: Hell at the Breech, published in 2003 and Smonk published in 2006. The recipient of the 2001 Guggenheim Fellowship, Franklin now teaches in the University of Mississippi's MFA program and lives in Oxford, Mississippi with his wife, the poet Beth Ann Fennelly, and their children.

Reviews

[Orsodimondo · Rating 3 out of 5]

LUSSUREGGIANTE DI VEGETAZIONE E TRABOCCANTE DI MORTE



È sempre da segnalare l’arguzia delle traduzioni adottate nei titoli: da Bracconieri, secondo me titolo efficace evocativo e non abusato, oltre che titolo del racconto più lungo e generalmente considerato più importante di questa raccolta, si è passati ad Alabama Blues, titolo fuorviante, evasivo, e identico ad altri mille.



Davvero non so perché così spesso così tanti commentatori e critici tirano in ballo Raymond Carver per descrivere i racconti di questa raccolta: secondo me, è un esempio che porta fuori strada.

A parte la diversità di scrittura, sorvolando sul rispettivo talento, gli ‘eroi’ di Carver sono ordinary people, gente comune, persone della vita di tutti i giorni, alle quali il lettore può facilmente sovrapporsi.
Invece, i protagonisti di Franklin sarebbero persone comuni in un girone dell’inferno: allibratori, bracconieri, contrabbandieri, ladri, assassini, mangiano opossum e scoiattoli, scuoiano cervi, si ubriacano un giorno sì e l’altro pure, infilano il braccio nella bocca dei pesce gatto, maneggiano armi sin da bambini, si lavano col fango quando sono puliti, conoscono meglio il calibro di pistole e fucili che la sintassi…


James Franco sembra avere una passione ossessiva per Tom Franklin: ha annunciato che vuole produrre tre film tratti da sue opere, “Poachers-Alabama Blues” per l’appunto, “Smonk” e Hell at the Breech”, entrambe non tradotte in Italia. Qui un’immagine da “Goat” del 2016, un film da lui interpretato che racconta con discreta brutalità il mondo delle fraternity.

Il talento di Franklin è di rendere questi individui ordinari come se abitassero nell’appartamento accanto. Vicini di casa che non si vorrebbe mai avere, ordinari come lo sono i personaggi dei film di Quentin Tarantino.
Brutalità, violenza, conflitto, un mondo selvaggio e crudele di cacciatori, pescatori, giocatori, perdenti, bevitori, bracconieri, un mondo che la maggior parte di noi non ha mai visto. E probabilmente, mai vedrà.
Franklin ha un’attrazione per i soggetti maudit e deviati che lo approssima al gotico molto più che a Carver o alla grande letteratura del Sud degli Stati Uniti.



Siamo in pieno country, screziato di cajun, whiskey di segale, cibi agrodolci e piccanti, solitudine, malinconia, sconfitta, fuoristrada su quattroruote e su due gambe, attenzione cinematografica per il dettaglio.
Franklin sa raccontare, con ritmo e costruzione.

Il mio sud è l’Alabama del sud lussureggiante di vegetazione e traboccante di morte…


Una bella famiglia di bracconieri del sud degli Stati Uniti.

[Sara · Rating 4 out of 5]

For several weeks now, I have been using this book of short stories by Tom Franklin as my bedtime read. In retrospect, I’m surprised I got any sleep after downing one of them. They are very edgy, but like Southern cornbread, full of flavor.

Set in rural Alabama and peopled with good old boys, Poachers is an intensely southern book. In many ways these stories are about the difficulties of blending the old south, with its rooted individuality and unspoken rules, with the advent of the new south, which is trying to be like the rest of society and behave according to someone else’s rules. Most of Franklin’s men are struggling with the desire to just run off to the bar and/or fishing hole, or stay in the woods and live off the land, and the obligation to punch in at the chemical plant for a day’s hard labor. None of them seems to be going anywhere the rest of us would want to be.

The opening story, Grit , gets a firm 5-stars from me. Glen runs the local plant where grit is made for building, a fairly unrewarding job of trying to keep all the workers grinding all the time. He gambles with Roy, a bookie, and when he owes him enough money, Roy takes over the night shift to grind his own portion of the grit and supply a side business. What ensues is both frightening and funny. It is very raw and edgy, with a couple of characters, Snake and Jalalieh, adding a lot of color to the mix, but it is also hilarious in places and the end is inspired.

From Triathlon , a story about responsibility vs. freedom, comes this quotation:

“So Bruce and I peel off, leaving a long, thin black strip of tire on the road behind us–probably the only Bruce leaves anywhere. But there’s evidence of me everywhere, on the credit card receipt in the gas station’s register, a time card at the chemical plant, a bleeding woman in my house, a child’s white marble tombstone.”

Good stuff!

What follows are a few mediocre stories and at least one that made me want to close the book and read no further.

And then, the final story, Poachers, is as good as it gets! This story is the anchor to the book and deals with something so Southern and so untamed it is unforgettable. An emotional rollercoaster. You know you ought to despise the Gates brothers, they are everything you do despise in life, but they are so much a product of the world they inhabit that you cannot help feeling pity mixed with your disgust. Not to mention that the “law” is nothing to admire either. Almost a novella, this is the story I’m sure I will remember when this book is mentioned in the future. I’m glad I suffered through some of the others to get to this.

[Cathrine ☯️ · Rating 4 out of 5]

4★
“A glimpse into the world proves that horror is nothing more than reality.” Alfred Hitchcock

Tom Franklin once wrote that he is driven to write by the need to “tell of my Alabama, to reveal it, lush and green and full of death.”

When I added this to my TBR a ways back I thought it was about a game warden and poaching. Ever since reading Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter I have wanted more. This is Franklin's debut of short stories. I don’t think I can describe this selection better than the book blurb for the atmosphere it imparts. The title lettering on my cover copy reminds me of a movie poster for a horror film. The theme of poaching runs throughout but applies a broader interpretation to the author’s home state of lower Alabama in the 1980/90s era as it “yields its forests, bogs, and rivers to lumber mills, power plants, and chemical factories.” It’s dark and scary, populated with cruel, violent men living off the land, alcohol, beef jerky, beer, M&Ms, and cigarettes. Alabama’s state motto translates as We Defend Our Rights and many of these characters have extreme personal viewpoints of what those are and how to protect them without boundaries or limits, no doubt jacked up on their dietary choices. I found it necessary to skip one chapter that dealt with particular animal cruelty but cannot explain why I made it through the others. I was thinking I could have done without this one until I read the last story from which the book gets the title. I’m going to read it again before I return this book to the library.

I’ve been complaining about popular thrillers I’ve read lately. Mainly because they don’t deliver for me. Mr. Franklin could teach a writing class on Thrillers 101. This was the real deal and will no doubt haunt me for a while. Overall I was thinking maybe three stars until that last one. Unforgettable. Superb.

[Melki · Rating 4 out of 5]

I've read so many short story collections this year about men behaving badly - Airships, Kentucky Straight: Stories, Close Range, and Knockemstiff - to name a few, that they're all starting to blur together in my brain like a big fleshy ball of rednecks drinking, farting and shooting at one another.

Add another one to the list, by yet another terrific author.

Peek into the world of men who work at chemical factories, gas stations and wastewater treatment plants. As you might expect, their lives are far from cheerful. Alcohol and firearms offer escape, and bad things end up happening to plenty of animals and people.

Probably the only negative thing I can say about these stories is that some of them are...forgettable.

Not so the title story about a nasty trio of backwoods brothers being stalked by a mythical game warden.

His job was to protect the wild things the law had deemed worthy. Deer and turkeys. Alligators. But how did the Gates boys fall into the category of trash animal--wildcats or possums or armadillos, snapping turtles, snakes? Things you could kill any time, run over in your truck and not even look at in your mirror to see dying behind you? Christ. Why couldn't Frank David see that he, more than a match for the boys, was exactly the same as them?

Okay. So it's NOT the "feel-good" book of the decade; this one is still definitely worth a read.

[Still · Rating 5 out of 5]

Short stories that are simultaneously poignant & laugh-out-loud funny.
Set in a South that I remember better than I can remember yesterday.

Several stories in this anthology are as great as what you've come to expect of Tom Franklin though not all of the stories are Southern Noir.

Wonderful collection but the story "Poachers" is as bleak and emotionally staggering as Southern Noir can get.
It's an unforgettable read and worth the price of admission by itself.

[Lauren · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Goddamn, son," Frank David whispers. "I hate to civilize you."

"Poachers" is a novella in the collection Poachers; naming a short story collection after its star novella is a perfectly fine convention except for how it currently inconveniences me, because I like Poachers but love "Poachers."

"Poachers" centers on general store owner Kirxy, whose wife died some years ago and whose most valued human connection since has been with the three Gates boys, the area's half-feral orphans who telephone catfish, hunt out of season, and rarely speak. They aren't likable--among other things, they request as part of their payment that a man bring his fifteen year-old daughter out on the porch so they can stare at her--but there is a grubby, wild vulnerability to them. They're brutal, but they'll never belong. They're something the town permits to exist--something the area's game wardens ignore--because their lives have been so strange that this seems like the only way they can live. But that's the kind of silent permission that can only exist when everyone knows the rules, so when a new game warden arrives and tries to fulfill his job by arresting the boys for poaching and the Gates boys respond by killing him, well, it seems like the pact has been broken.

But one of the things that makes "Poachers" so brilliant is the strangeness of what follows, where the concept of civilization loosens until it seems to lose its meaning. Kirxy's determination to see the boys face no consequences for the murder runs up not so much against the local law but against a personal vendetta as savage and as little tethered to the rules of society as the boys themselves. And what results is violent and grotesque and darkly moving.

The other stories are fine. "Grit," which opens the book, is a bleak comedy, sort of "Bartleby the Scrivener" reversed, about a manager of a grit plant who finds his job slowly taken over by one of his less law-abiding employees, has a terrific sense of place even if the level of reality at which the story is working is never entirely clear. "The Ballad of Duane Juarez," which sees a man in a going-nowhere life of seething envy eventually shooting a car trunk's worth of kittens, feels like a Drive By Truckers song in prose: a story that gets into the anger and hopelessness behind an appalling act and then tells it straight. (I had to slot that one into the review because I feel "brutal kitten slaughter" might be a dealbreaker for some. I liked the story but found that difficult to get through.) "Tiny History" has the great vibe of being a Raymond Carver story transplanted into Franklin-land, a two-couple get-together full of regret and viciousness and the desire to swap partners. Those are the ones I found especially engaging, but all the stories have Franklin's style, which is exceptional--poetic and bloody, and never shying away--and an evocation of setting and Southern atmosphere that's simultaneously gorgeous and entrenched in mundane details. It's just that a few too many of them feel like exercises in mood that are still in search of plots.

Nevertheless: "Poachers." And it's worth saying that Franklin's introduction is superb, a description of his childhood where the rites of passage involved hunting and having his face smeared with deer's blood, and how he comes back to that as an adult, with love for that history and setting, appreciation for the power of its strangeness and wildness, and disdain for outsiders who turn away from the truth of that allure and would fence everything in and make it safe and exclusive. It shouldn't be skipped--the strength of its narrative and the sharpness of its details make it an indelible story as well as a persuasive essay.

[Larry Bassett · Rating 3 out of 5]

I am not a hunter. I am not an outdoor person. I am not the rough and ready type at all. I do not play contact sports – or, for that matter, much any sport. Not even poker or darts. I walk the dog. I read. I take care of all of my ADLs as necessary.

I do live in the south in the Bible Belt and try to acknowledge that by paying some attention to southern literature. I joined the GR group On the Southern Literary Trail some time ago and have discovered quite a few new authors as a result. I have just recently come to understand that there is a genre sometimes called Grit Lit. I guess grit can refer to the food made from corn or to the abrasive made from fine sand.

So I am surprised when our author Tom Franklin writes:

What am I doing here at the Blowout, during hunting season, without a gun? It’s a familiar sensation, this snag of guilt, because when I was growing up, a boy who didn’t hunt was branded as a pussy. For some reason, I never wanted to kill things, but I wasn’t bold enough to say so. Instead, I did the expected: went to church on Sundays and on Wednesday nights, said “Yes, ma’am” and “No sir” to my elders. And I hunted.

As I am reading the story, I find that I want to learn about abrasives so I go to http://www.uama.org/Abrasives101/101T.... I am reading about deer hunting, reading about the manufacture of grit, reading about how to operate a front end loader. This book reminds me of some of the things I did as a kid in the Detroit suburb of Royal Oak when I was growing up in the 1950s that were neither safe nor savory. So there is some identification going on in my mind.

He’ll be waiting on my steps early one morning as I’m getting home from work. He’ll crack jokes about punching a time clock. He’ll tell me he sold the Triumph in Tempe, Arizona, and moved in with a Navajo woman for too many months, then stole her Trans Am and drove to California to live with his friend Laura, an actress. That he got a bit part in a Robert De Niro gangster film and somebody recognized him and the FBI found him and he did time. That when he was released after two years, he rode the bus east across the country. He watched the states pass him by, buttes and deserts and oil wells and famous rivers and markers of historic events. Outside El Paso they passed a huddle of Mexicans standing in their yard watching their house burn down. In another bus he crossed Louisiana during the dark early morning hours with a plastic flask in his pocket, watching his cigarette tip glow in the window, reading the names of places and trying to remember if he knew anybody from there.

Do I really want to know or get to know anyone like that? Maybe not.

We’ll notice things: three hawks in the same dead tree. A flatbed truck hauling a steeple. A child’s wheelchair in front of a trailer. We’ll drink beer and stop to piss along the road between the towns, Creola, Axix, Bucks, Sunflower, Mount Vernon, Calvert, McIntosh, Wagerville, Leroy, Jackson, Grove Hill, Fulton.

Would they want to share a Duck-Rabbit Brown Ale? Probably not.
Maybe the book cover says it succinctly in the most positive light:

This terrain isn't pretty, isn't for the weak of heart, but in these desperate, lost people, Franklin somehow finds the moments of grace that make them what they so abundantly are: human.

I’d say there is some truth there. But nastiness that overwhelms the humanity, I think, too often.

Dinosaurs: This has got to be the best story in the book. Steadman trades the cover up of a leaky gas storage tank at Kilpatrick’s Sinclair station for a 350 pound stuffed rhinoceros for his Dad’s seventy-eighth birthday. This story reeks with the smell of oil and half-smoked cigarettes and filial love.

Sometimes good writing can overcome nasty stories. Tom Franklin can do that to me in Poachers where he got started in the grit trade in 1999. The boy’s got some miles on him now and has broke in some stories. I’m glad I met him with Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter first. I’d say he made it through some rough territory to get to that book. I saw him first at his best. In these short stories he still had a ways to go to find his best. Poachers is a strong three stars. It kept me reading through the title story but glad to call it a day and move on to the other books we are reading this month. I also just ordered a copy of The Tilted World, Franklin’s most recent book that he co-wrote with his wife. I am hoping she smoothed out some of the unnecessary (for me) roughness.

[Diane Barnes · Rating 4 out of 5]

I have to say, for a first book, these short stories were superbly written. Of the 10 stories in the book, "Poachers" was my favorite. Actually more of a novella at 60 pages, I would have been happy to see this one expanded into a novel. All of the stories were rich in characterizations of the people, and descriptions of the woods and swamps of Alabama. I have been reading Franklin backwards, starting with "Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter" and "A Tilted World" and haven't been disappointed in any of them. The only one I haven't read yet is "Smonk", but that's on the list.

[Sandra · Rating 4 out of 5]

JESUS IS NOT COMING.

Nope.

Better to rely on guns and alcohol these people must've thought. It is all about survival. Yet, Franklin shows a humane side in them, opposed to the darkness they seemed to be surrounded with.

Compared to Frank Bill's Crimes in Southern Indiana: Stories , this is grit lit with a softer touch, not as violent, but just as bleak and desperate.
Franklin manages to insert some touches of dry humor, especially in the Introduction when he tells us why he needed to hunt,

Because at sixteen, I’d never killed a deer, which meant I was technically still a pussy.

that he'd rather tell stories,

...until I was fifteen years old, I played with dolls. Not girls’ dolls, but “action figures.” ....But while he [his brother] would wrench off G.I. Joe’s head and hands to examine how the doll was put together, I would imagine that my G.I. Joe was Tarzan of the Apes. One of my sister’s Barbie dolls, stripped to a skimpy jungle bikini, became Jane. A foot-tall Chewbacca was Kerchak, an ape.

and his father's support of that

“No,” he said. “I’m real proud of you, son. I’m glad you’ve got…imagination.”

So telling stories, he does.
Well.
Very well.

Captivating the reader through each single story, he ends with the longer-than-the-rest title story where three poaching brothers go on a collision course with anybody daring to stop them. I though this one should've been longer, or turned into a novel on its own.

Another author to add to my favorites list!

[Laura · Rating 3 out of 5]

To be fair I'm not a big fan of short stories. I prefer a good novel. These are very well written but as a female I didn't really connect with the happenings in the stories such as hunting, loading cats in a trunk, driving a front loader etc. I will say if you are sensitive to animals being hunted or killed you might want to pass on this one. I liked the eeriness of Poachers the best. I think I will try one of Franklin's novels bc that might suit me best.

[Josh · Rating 5 out of 5]

Having read Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, I was somewhat excited to get into Tom Franklin's debut collection of stories about the swampy corner of Alabama that he nested in as a young boy. I had put it on the "I'll get to it some day" shelf. It was selected as a group read this month within the group On the Southern Literary Trail, so I decided no time like the present. What a good decision.

Franklin get's right to it. To my taste, there's not a bad one in there.......but they're all bad from the perspective that he can dive beyond surface level and get to the marrow of the undersides of people, places, and things. The parts normally not on display for purpose of public consumption. I have to think a bit of Franklin's perplexed mind is also on display- the parts that can blend factory work with spare time spent reading novels, badge carrying poachers with their young boys who question the desire to hunt or kill at all, chicken fighting with beloved patriarchal lawmen and salt of the earth levelheadedness. There's no filtering the truth as he sees it.

My favorites without question were "Dinosaurs" and the longer than the rest "Poachers". I found it quite fitting that in the acknowledgments Franklin thanked Rick Bass, as "Dinosaurs" could have just as easily been penned by Bass. I had no idea of the connection between the two of them. While their writing has taken a different trajectory since the time this was published, I certainly can see the connective tissue on the front side of Franklin's published works.

One last note, the author photo on the back cover of my copy cracks me up! Having met Franklin last year at the Southern Festival of Books, the bio pic clashes in a hilarious way with the author of 2013. That day he was dressed in a wild, loud, paisley pattern, starched crisp button up oxford and wore en vogue spectacles straight from the cover of GQ (not in a "impress you" way, more a statement of individuality). That mind picture, and the snapshot on the back of this one don't even know each other..........or perhaps they do.........like I said, he can blend together opposites in a way that you get the opportunity to meet both halves.

[Jeanette · Rating 4 out of 5]

Rarely do I give short stories a 4. Just not my favorite length and here were quite a few very short ones. They seem, to me, also about a 9 out of 10 on the macho scale and would especially appeal to male readers. Grit was such a story that I'll never look at the quarry shifter machines quite the same way again.

Tom Franklin started out good as any pro and has just improved from there. Marvelous exposure to Alabama pine woods rural and Southern youth experience too.

Chewy too, but not way over the top gross. Grit. Lit. in the short version.

[Jonfaith · Rating 5 out of 5]

Someone told me the other day that William Gay had passed away. That momentary deflation I associate with the death of familiar artists left me pondering legacy and contemporaries. It would prove approapirate to assemble my own introspection. I always felt that Gay was improvising; he was an autodidact channeling a lifetime of fractured stories. Tom Franklin took the pitch as if he owned it. The stories here establish his talent as one for the ages.

[Shaun · Rating 4 out of 5]

Has a rocky start but eventually hits its stride and finishes strong.

After the first few stories, I was worried. Not that I hated them, just that they fell well below my expectations. Yet once Franklin finds his voice and his grove good things happen.

Would recommend this to fans of southern Gothic fiction/ country noir/ grit lit.

[Bibliophile · Rating 4 out of 5]

The snake venom had bleached the boy's pupils white, and the skin around his eyesockets had required grafts. The surgeons had had to use skin from his buttocks, and because his buttocks were hairy, the skin around his eyes began to grow hair too. In the years to come, the loggers who clear-cut the land along the river would occasionally stop in the store, less from a need to buy something than from a curiosity to see the hermit with the milky, hairy eyes.

That's Tom Franklin's idea of a happy ending.

The testosterone practically spurts off the pages in this country noir short story collection. I'm sure I could go on about it being a fascinating study of masculinity and all that, but all you need to know is there's lots of violence, hatred and general backwoodsy wickedness. The only thing missing was Burt Reynolds in a wetsuit, with a crossbow. I for one certainly don't feel like going poaching any time soon.

[Charlene · Rating 3 out of 5]

Confession: This was an assigned book for a class; grit lit is not my normal reading choice. Book probably deserves a higher rating than I have given it. I appreciated the quality of the writing and I think Franklin did an excellent job of describing the landscape and people. Setting is southwest very rural Alabama, same area where Franklin grew up. This may have been his first published book.
It’s a harsh, unhappy world that Franklin writes about. Poachers, the novella length last story in the collection, is powerful. My favorite stories were “Alaska” and “Blue Horses”, also his introduction to the book.

[TAP · Rating 3 out of 5]

2.5

An okay collection of stories about sad southern white men.

[Inés · Rating 3 out of 5]

Se me han quedado muy cortos estos relatos, algunos no me han dicho nada, la verdad.
Recomiendo "Letra torcida, letra torcida" una novela de este autor que leí hace poco y es una maravilla.

[Cail Judy · Rating 5 out of 5]

POACHERS reads like a dark roast version of Daniel Woodrell. I actually like Tom Franklin better than Woodrell, his prose has a weight and clarity that I'm looking for all the time.

If you like cats I would stay away from this one, be forewarned.

[Ned · Rating 4 out of 5]

I enjoyed Franklin's first book of stories, but may have had too high expectations due to the accolades on the cover from Roth, Ford and Hannah. I sensed some stories were Franklin trying to find his voice, and succeeding by the time I reached the Poachers novella. He holds back and builds drama by slowly revealing character facts and motivations. Suspecting also that my heightened expectations hindered my reading, feeling like an obese rich man at the table not appreciating his wealth and seeking perfection. Not a place I normally want to be, but having read much of the "masters" in country noir it was hard to avoid. Particularly I enjoyed his forward about losing his family "place" and dealing with touristy hunters who have no appreciation of history and nature. But Franklin is a true workingman's writer, self-taught to some extent like Larry Brown, and giving voice to what he knows. More character development is something I'll expect from his other novels, and I will read them. Picked up "Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter" when in Boston, having read "Poachers" on vacation in Cape Cod, a world apart from the characters in the deep south he writes so beautifully about. I found Franklin's interweaving of characters between stories akin to Carver, who tells his tales by actions and what people do, not what they think (hence the character development challenge). There's much to like here, especially if you are new to the genre and care to get into the world of the poor, the proud, and the southern mindset without the tired cliques.

P.S. the story about the environmental inspector who redeems himself by infracting the law to give respite to two failing old men (father figures, one literal) was a tidy little piece that shows his breadth in storytelling, not just formulaic country (sic) noir. [i must stop using that oversimplification]

[Mel · Rating 4 out of 5]

This contained several short stories by the author Tom Franklin. I enjoyed almost all of them. The ones I especially liked were Grit, Shubuta, Dinosaurs, and the story the book got its name after Poachers. All of them were dark, violent and alcohol fueled. Some of them were hard to read but the way they were written just kept me riveted. I especially liked Poachers. It was the longest story and the best. Not all of the stories are winners; some of them I did not care for but this book still rated high and made my best reads list. I think it was because of the over all feeling of this book. It was dark and sweaty and pissed off and drunk and very violent and going for your jugular yet it was beautifully written all at the same time. It made my skin crawl in parts and made me wish I was there taking it all in even if it would scare the hell out of me in other parts. Hell, I felt like I was there in parts of this book the descriptions are so vivid and well written. I could not look away. Great book of short stories with a dark edge to them.

[Manray9 · Rating 1 out of 5]

Stereotypical Southern redneck characters with a hefty dose of misogyny. The praise is overblown.

[smetchie · Rating 4 out of 5]

Anything else written by Tom Franklin? Lay it on me. I can't get enough.

This book was a present from my dear friend who knows me and loves me.
Thanks, dear friend!

[Diane S ☔ · Rating 4 out of 5]

3.5 review to follow.

[Gunnar · Rating 4 out of 5]

Schwarze Südstaaten-Geschichten mit lauter abgehängten Gestalten. Manche etwas kurz, um die volle Wirkung zu entfalten, aber einige andere sind beeindruckend, besonders die Titelgeschichte.

[Mike · Rating 4 out of 5]

Poachers by Tom Franklin is gloomy, bleak, melancholy… A kind of Southern Gothic noir, dark, at times brooding, offering no excuses and asking no forgiveness. The people in Franklin’s tales are living lives of quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) desperation, they know that the best times are likely behind them because, as it says on a sign nailed to a tree in one of these stories, Jesus is not coming. Not for them.

This collection is made up of ten stories of varying length, and one essay that serves as an introduction to the world that author Tom Franklin will be opening up to the reader. It is the nature of short stories that they can sometimes be insubstantial - the space doesn’t allow for great character development so often a short will strive to set a tone and that’s it - like momentary snapshots of a greater tale that goes untold. That is the case here, some of these short stories are poignant and will stick with a reader for days afterwards, others are just not substantial enough to stay with you after reading. I am not saying they are not good stories, there isn’t what I would consider a bad one in the bunch, but some are better than others.

-- introduction * hunting years

The author returns to what used to be the family property, long since sold off, so that he can touch base with the land of his youth, the place that informed and inspired the man he would become and the stories - these stories - that he would write to both honor and vindicate his homeland. He ruminates on his own experiences, on his connection - and need to reconnect - to the place that spawned these stories, on the passing of what once was into what it has now become.

-- grit

The inept boss of a grit mill on the verge of shutting down can never quite seem to get ahead, then he gets caught up in a shifty deal that virtually insures he never will.

-- shubuta

A man at a time in his life when nothing seems to be going his way. His favorite uncle lies in a hospital bed, probably dying, his new girlfriend has left him, and he has been having serious thoughts of suicide… or maybe they aren’t that serious.

-- triathlon

Relates the story of a man who is living the remnants of an American Dream that never really got started. Touching base, from time to time, with an older, more worldly friend - a runner - who pops in and out of his life at irregular intervals.

-- blue horses

Two friends on an early morning mission of mercy of sorts. Going through the motions while never acknowledging what it is they are about.

-- the ballad of duane juarez

The older ne’er do well brother who lives in the shadow of his younger well-to-do brother who married for money.

-- a tiny history

We meet several of the characters from triathlon in earlier, semi-happier times.

-- dinosaurs

Does the title refer to the fossil fuels that provide a living to the main character? To his aging, memory impaired father? To the crotchety gas station owner who would just as soon see him drive off the face of the earth? To he, himself, working in a job he is overqualified for and feeling the chill of middle-age breathing down his neck?

-- instinct

A man named Henry, in his late 30s, lives with his parents and makes enigmatic plans for someday...and then, it seems, someday may have come.

-- alaska

Two plant workers dream of chucking it all and hitting the road to Alaska, like two little boys dreaming of the fancy cars they’ll have when they grow up.

-- poachers

By far the star of this collection. The three Gates brothers are second generation poachers who are more part of the woods they hunt than civilization. Orphans since the oldest was 14-years old they have a friend and surrogate father of sorts in Kirxy, an old man who runs a store/outpost. More animal in many ways than men, through circumstances of their own making they find themselves at odds with a legendary game warden who is out for a reckoning.

This book contains strong language, adult situations and violence. I would recommend it to any fan of the genre known by a variety of labels such as Country Noir, Hick Lit, or Grit Lit. Anyone looking for a quick, easy,happy, pick-me-up type of read will be greatly disappointed.

[Piker7977 · Rating 4 out of 5]

A mixed bag of short stories. A few are centered on crime while others focus on relationships. The title story features a good badass character.

Worth reading.

[Michael · Rating 3 out of 5]

Tom Franklin's first book (short stories). Not as darkly intricate as Hell at the Breach, nor as fluid as Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter - but still enjoyable. The first story, "Grit," and the last story, "Poachers," are by far the best. Franklin's trademark pathos for a people and place (the dark pockets of Alabama), no matter how odious either may be, really shines in these two stories. And while other stories do have merit, they lack the power of these other two, and sometimes end with a whimper. But hell, I still love the way Franklin writes, and will read anything he puts out. Smonk may be next.

[Erika · Rating 4 out of 5]

The raw power of Franklin's writing makes me swoon. There are stunning scenes and imagery that made me read a sentence or paragraph over and over again. The only reason this isn't a 5 star is because I just read Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter and it dazzled me a teeny tiny bit more.

[Zach Stryffeler · Rating 4 out of 5]

A good Southern Gothic novella with a smattering of interesting short stories as well. I really enjoyed Franklin's prose in this. It was very engaging and felt warm and sometimes suffocating just like the heat and humidity of the deep south. The titular novella,Poachers, was definitely the highlight of the book. I would hesistate to call it a ghost story but the impending feature of the larger-than-life game warden was certainly a terrifying golem that seemed to be lurking around every bend in the river and under the cascading vines of Kudzu. Great read for someone looking for a shorter Southern Gothic tale.