The Wisdom of Stones - Joyner, Brian Peyton
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Ben, a college senior, promised God and his men maw that he'd be a Southern Baptist preacher, but he can't pray away the gay. Until stories, which he learns from his Grandpa Charlie about an interracial relationship Charlie had in the 1930s, teach Ben he has to live life by his own rules. The Wisdom of Stones is about living your truth and not allowing another person to rule you. Set in Upstate South Carolina in the early 1990s, The Wisdom of Stones intertwines the stories of Ben Stark and his grandfather, Charlie Phelps. Ben's father deserted him and his mother died right before Ben's 7th…mehr

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Ben, a college senior, promised God and his men maw that he'd be a Southern Baptist preacher, but he can't pray away the gay. Until stories, which he learns from his Grandpa Charlie about an interracial relationship Charlie had in the 1930s, teach Ben he has to live life by his own rules. The Wisdom of Stones is about living your truth and not allowing another person to rule you. Set in Upstate South Carolina in the early 1990s, The Wisdom of Stones intertwines the stories of Ben Stark and his grandfather, Charlie Phelps. Ben's father deserted him and his mother died right before Ben's 7th birthday, so Ben was raised by his Grandpa and Mee Maw. The story opens with the funeral of Ben's mother. At the cemetery, on a cold January day, Ben finds an arrowhead in the upturned dirt beside her gravesite. He gives it to Grandpa who tells him a funny story about a baseball play
Autorenporträt
Brian Peyton Joyner (b. 1970). Author, Southerner. I was born and reared in a small town in South Carolina. In case y'all don't know, South Carolina has two parts: the Lowcountry and the Upstate. You're familiar with the Lowcountry. Its capital is Charleston, a place where people speak with a drawl that will melt butter, where that butter would be stirred into grits that take at least twenty minutes to cook, and where those grits would be topped with fresh-caught shrimp sauted in a spicy cream sauce. I, however, am from the other part. I spent the first years of my life living in a trailer in Iva, South Carolina, a town of about a thousand people. My Grandpa used to brag that at least it had a red light whereas its rival city of Starr did not. When I was young, we moved to Anderson where I attended public school, including T.L. Hanna High. In 1988, I graduated top of my class. My valedictory speech contained so many quotes (many in Latin) that I'm grateful VCRs no longer exist.