“We can’t believe the house is on fire. It’s so embarrassing first of all, and so dangerous second of all. Also, we’re supposed to be in charge here, so there’s a sense of somebody not doing their job.”
The opening to InZanesville (or is it Inzanesville; In Zanesville?). Jo Ann Beard became an author I wanted more from immediately, and after finishing this - maybe even before I was finished - I bought her collection of short stories and essays, The Boys of My Youth. She’s wonderful. I love her characters, and in the case of The Boys of My Youth that means I love younger Jo Ann Beard; it’s a strange concept because she sometimes writes about emotional turmoil, and finding entertainment in the upheaval of someone’s inner tectonics is strange, maybe. Or maybe not, because humans love to know things.
Also, I love this cover.