Review: Joy Williams on Merrill Gilfillan

These are the most marvelous stories. The poet Merrill Gilfillan wrote them years ago, thirty or forty years ago, and they speak of a West, the Indian country of Montana and Wyoming and the Great Plains of many decades before that. They’re sad, stoic, yet so fulsome in detail that they seem bathed in light—a light almost impossible to conjure any more. …

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