As I read one of the stories about halfway through David Kranes’ new collection, The Legend’s Daughter, I became lost in the language: the tangents, the circle-rounds, the free-form understated bombast. I started to wonder if I might need whiskey flowing in my veins to understand the narrative, to tap into some muddy logic that I was missing for trying to read the story straight. Then, and it was a relief—for it was too late and I was in no mood to crack a cap and splash corn bourbon on the rocks—the narrator of his own accord admitted to speaking in tongues. So I was off the hook, at least for that reading.
Read Larry Menlove’s review in the July 2013 edition of 15 Bytes.