Nothing stays buried in Dale Marlowe’s Digging Up The Bones. The Nash family comes roaring off the page; characters struggle with the generational brutalities of the American working poor, and—in doing so—show us human nature at its weakest, at its most vulnerable, and most raw.
Digging Up The Bones is one of the most gorgeous and wrenching books I’ve read in years. In the tradition of Jayne Anne Phillips and Dan Woodrell, Marlowe gives us abuse, addiction and, against all odds, hope. The prose is glass clear, the humor is dark, and the story is as sweeping and strong as the Kentucky hills.