I'm now reading Paul's Pulitzer prize winning novel Tinkers, which is darkly gorgeous; lyrical, insightful, and tender but masculine. The tale intermixes the dingy reality of death with a glorious and real contemplation of the universe, all conveyed in prose that often reads like poetry.
Beautiful, beautiful stuff. A book to be sipped.
It is wonderful to be in this part of the country, so rich in writers and places that celebrate them.