The only game Timmy likes to play is the daily recreation of his father’s death in Vietnam.
(from Tin House, vol. 7, #2)
Most of this story is intriguing and memorable. I loved the scenes of a battlefield on repeat. It’s crazy and morbid and probably exactly what a kid might do. And our narrator seems comfortably intoxicated by her new friend’s rebellious attitude and leadership. This story, more often than not, has an authentic knack for getting into kids’ heads. The ending didn’t ring as true, but by then the hooks were already in me and I was willing to look the other way.
Here‘s some kinda homepage for Donna Tart. Here‘s a link to the story. Looks like it was published in the Guardian (UK), before it was published in Tin House‘s All Apologies issue, which I purchased even though there’s a clown on the cover. It’s a hobo clown, but a clown nontheless. I’m always putting another book on top of it.
Neutral Milk Hotel, “Gardenhead/Leave Me Alone”