Posts by: H. William Davis

Why I Deserve a Copy of Rick Moody’s The Four Fingers of Death or My Second Love Affair With The Endless Novel


“All you book sluts are the same,” says Nick’s mother as I reveal that I too am an English major. This comes as we sit in his empty apartment, smoking cigarettes before he goes back home, one day before he rides back into town, bored with home, and pops back by my place to talk about books.