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Proulx makes fruit into the macabre.

“Suddenly he could see his father, see the trail of ground cherry husks leading from the garden… The man had a passion for fruit... the grape cluster skeletons, peach stones like hens’ brains on the windowsill… hollowed grapefruit skullcaps, cracked globes of tangerine peel.”

“Quoyle went back to his desk. He felt light and hot… Thirty-six years old and this was the first time anybody ever said he’d done it right. Fog against the window like milk.”

Things are looking up for Quoyle

Poor Quoyle can’t get a break