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Doghouse Roses - stories by Steve Earle

Last updated:  25 August 2002


Stories by Steve Earle:
(click on titles below for the first few lines)
Doghouse Roses - U.S. cover
cover illustration: Tony Fitzpatrick 

     
    "She buzzed the tape forward to Steve Earle's 'Fearless Heart,' with its intricate swagger.  No one but Steve Earle for her in the worst times.  There was a thump in her blood, a sexual hip in her movement, when she heard any of his songs of furious loss."
    From Michael Ondaatje's Anil's Ghost


    "Could be I'm just some Big City sucker for a hard-rocking, Nietzsche-reading, Che Guevara-quoting redneck country singer, but ... if Steve Earle isn't a Great American, he'll have to do until the real thing comes along."

    Mark Jacobson, Men's Journal
          Steve Earle does everything he does with intelligence, creativity, passion, and integrity.  In music, these strengths have earned him comparisons to Bruce Springsteen, the ardent devotion of his fans, and the admiration of the media.  And Earle does a lot:  he is a singer, songwriter, producer, social activist, teacher ... He's not only someone who makes great music; he's someone to believe in.  With the publication of his first collection of short stories, Doghouse Roses, he gives us yet another reason to believe.

         Earle is a songwriter's songwriter, and here he takes his writing gift into another medium, along with all the grace, poetry, and deep feeling that has made his music honored around the world.


Advance Reading Copy U.S. cover U.S. trade paperback cover
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U.K. paperback cover U.K. paperback cover - reissue
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note:  'ARC' = "Advance Reading Copy"... a.k.a. 'ARP' ("Advance Reader's Proof")... a.k.a. 'galley', etc.


    FIRST FEW LINES...


  • Doghouse Roses
    • "Pick any means of transportation, public or private, over land, sea, or air.  No matter which direction you travel, it takes three hours to get out of L.A.  Yeah, I know there are all those folks with a head start for the Grapevine out in Northridge and Tarzana, but hell, those places are only luminescent names on big green signs seemingly suspended in midair above the 101 Freeway to those of us in the trenches, the real Angelenos."
  • Wheeler County
    • "Harley Watts looked down a long, flat stretch of Interstate-40 west of Shamrock, Texas, the way a man would size up an old acquaintance from across a crowded barroom.  You know, that one ambiguous instant between the time you see them and they see you when you have to decide whether you're glad to see them or not.  Actually, Harley and I-40 were more than casual acquaintances."
  • Jaguar Dance
    • "The American sat alone on a rickety stool at a food stall in the central market eating a chile relleño with rice and beans, served all together in the same terra-cotta bowl.  He spoke flawless Spanish with a central Mexico accent and his skin was tanned a deep dark brown, so only his height betrayed his ethnicity.  Down here the mesitizos average five feet five or five feet six at best, and the full-blooded Indians are even shorter."
  • Taneytown
    • "It's springtime up in our holler.  I been fishin' down to the creek already.  It'd be warm enough to go swimmin' 'fore long.  When I was lil', I'd just shuck out my overhauls an' jump in nekid.  Mama say I'm too big for that now."
  • Billy The Kid
    • "This town has gone to hell.  I'm not talkin' about all that shit they built downtown along lower Broadway like the Hard Rock, Planet Hollywood, and the NASCAR Café.  That kind of stuff's all right, I guess.  I mean, if you're into that kind of thing."
  • The Internationale
    • "The American walked into a coffeehouse in Bergen, Norway, and took a seat at a table just inside the front door.  He was tall and gaunt, well over six feet, all angles and shadows with only a trace of gray here and there in his longish dark brown hair and beard to show for his forty-odd years.  He wore the expatriate bohemian uniform jeans, black cotton sweater, denim jacket, and Doc Martens (although cowboy boots were sometimes substituted)."
  • The Red Suitcase
    • "Nothing lasts forever.  Not even in a small town.  His name was Will'm or probably William, but his childlike pronunciation of his own given name had stuck with most of the locals over the years.  They all called him Will'm and only a few knew his last name or remembered a time when he wasn't a fixture in their town."
  • A Eulogy Of Sorts
    • "Harold Mills died last night, alone in his $75-a-week room at the Drake Motel, and I'm probably the only motherfucker on Murfreesboro Road that misses him.  Hell, I'm the only one that knows he's gone.  I just happened to pull up in front of his room just as the EMTs carried him out with a sheet over his face."
  • The Reunion
    • "There is an American at the Caravelle Hotel in Ho Chi Minh City.  The management has asked him to leave.  He refuses.  Come at once."
  • The Witness
    • "The last six miles of the drive from the city out to the state penitentiary was a dark, lonely stretch of two-lane blacktop winding through a no man's land of second-growth timber and fallow farmland a kind of airlock between prison and the free world.  The road itself was well maintained by inmate labor, smooth and even, and the late-model Lincoln glided along as if on black ice.  The driver expected no traffic coming from the penitentiary this time of night (it was just after 10:00 P.M.) and he met none."
  • A Well-Tempered Heart
    • "The first time he saw her he loved her.  Even then, as he resolved to press his suit for her, he was painfully aware from experience on both sides of the battlefield that he was utterly defenseless.  He was habitually reckless in affairs of the heart, so he wasn't surprised at how easily he fell, only that he loved her selflessly and without condition."

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