Down from the Dog Star

Come on along. Hitch your wagon to a dog star. Let's take a little trip down South. I want you to meet some people, to live in their skins for a while. I want you to meet the elegant and deadly Jackson K. Luden. See what it is like to grow up gay in a small Southern town. Meet Helen. Is she 70 or 700? Taste some buttered grits; see how they feel sliding down the throat of the portly Junior Wulmothe. Want to know what it's like to own a whole town, how it feels to strike fear like lightning with a single smile, even into the heart of your very own lout of a town sheriff? Then here's Minerva Luden. A faded Southern belle? Gently, oh so gently, kiss Neva Jean Wulmothe on the lips. Is that her perfume you smell or an ancient, dust-filled grave? Would you like to become friends with one decent person? Would you like to have just one friend with whom you are always safe, always loved, always protected? O.K. Hug the neck of Honey. Always Honey. Don't be afraid. Here, take my hand. Come on along. Book jacket.

Mr. Glover, a third-generation Alabamian, offers his first novel. When queried about education and previous literary efforts, he said, "Education? Well, I got out of high school with my life. They finally invented a special diploma just to get rid of me. As far as other writing goes, I DID send a rather severe note to Nancy Reagan once explaining why 'Just Saying No' had never done a lot to help me stay clean and sober." Mr. Glover and his dog, Dinah, spend winters in Phoenix, Arizona, and summers at Quarter Pine Farm in central Alabama.