Nashville native Drew Bratcher writes musically about memory and memorably about music in uncommonly beautiful essays that announce the arrival of a major new voice. The title essay, a requiem in fragments, tells the story of a grandfather through his ear, comb, hands, El Camino, and clothes. Bratcher delivers a tough and moving tribute to a man who 鈥渨ent on ahead, on up the road, and then the road turned.鈥 Elsewhere, Bratcher directs his attention to Johnny Cash鈥檚 looming presence over his childhood, the relative pain of red paper wasp stings, Dolly Parton鈥檚 generative homesickness, the humiliations and consolations of becoming a new father, the experience of hearing his name in a Taylor Swift song, and the mystifying hymns treasured by both his great grandmother and D. H. Lawrence.
Seamlessly blending memoir and arts criticism and aiming at both the heart and the head, this is a book about listening closely to stories and songs, about leaving home in order to find home, and about how the melodies and memories absorbed along the way become 鈥渁 living music that advances and prevails upon us at formative moments, corralling chaos into the simple, liberating stockade of verse, chorus, verse.鈥
鈥淛ournalist Bratcher offers well-tuned notes on country music and growing up near Nashville in his sharp debut. . . . Lyricism infuses Bratcher鈥檚 own prose, and he strikes the right balance between memoir and criticism. This collection sings.鈥濃Publishers Weekly, starred review
鈥淪on of Nashville, admirer of Garth Brooks, progenitor of Joseph Mitchell, Drew Bratcher has created his own hit debut with a music of casual elegance infused with earthbound wisdom, humor, and love. It鈥檚 a voice worthy of its roots but bound for its own place among our very best new storytellers.鈥濃擩ohn D鈥橝gata
鈥淒rew Bratcher grew up harmonizing country lyrics in his grandpa's shaving mirror and seeing his grandmother wait on Johnny Cash at the bank. In Bub, he beautifully maps memories of a 90s childhood outside Nashville, told through the music that has followed him everywhere since, from Lefty Frizzell to Taylor Swift.鈥濃擱ebecca Bengal, contributing editor, Oxford American
鈥淩eading Drew Bratcher feels to me what it must have been like to be one of William Faulkner鈥檚 first readers鈥攅very sentence packs a fresh punch of the whole history and soul of America鈥檚 South. He is a vital new voice of his generation, even as his words feel as comfortable and familiar as a plate of grandma鈥檚 grits.鈥濃擥arrett M. Graff, author, The Only Plane in the Sky: An Oral History of 9/11
鈥淚n the country singer Lefty Frizzell, Drew Bratcher hears 鈥榓 genuine music that goes on moving because it is life.鈥 That same music animates these intimate, songful essays. Whether he鈥檚 writing about a Taylor Swift lyric, the vexed notion of southern authenticity, or the time his grandfather traded a pony for a pair of false teeth, Bratcher offers warmth, clarity, and perfect pitch.鈥濃擠an Piepenbring, editor, The Beautiful Ones
鈥淓very essay in this collection sings, makes you think in new ways, and draws the reader into a deeper appreciation of country music, of course, but the storytelling is wonderfully鈥攁nd this is my highest compliment鈥攈uman.鈥濃Southern Review of Books
