Champeen: A Novel - Hardcover

Miller, Heather Ross

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ISBN 10: 0870744461 ISBN 13: 9780870744464

Publisher: Southern Methodist Univ Pr, 1999

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The author of fourteen books, including stories, poems, and novels, HEATHER ROSS MILLER is a member of an extended writing family that includes her father, two aunts, and their husbands. Miller grew up in North Carolina listening to people tell stories and ponder motives. Miller’s late husband, Clyde Miller, was a park ranger and forester; they lived for many years in various North Carolina state parks. A recent recipient of the North Carolina Award for Literature, she currently teaches creative writing and literature at Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia. She has two grown children, Melissa Miller and Kirk Miller.

" . . . I paid attention to men. To Sonny Kelly. And to my crazy drunk father, Franklin Gentry. For example. I watched the way Franklin Gentry threw down his bourbon, then I poured an inch of Coca-Cola in my own glass and threw it down, first cutting my eyes slyly right and left, as if I expected to get caught. I tossed it off behind Joans back in the kitchen, then exhaled a loud satisfied "Ah."

I paid attention also to a third man, entirely unknown to the others. Sebastian McSherry. Off in the paratrooper corps. I'd learn from him as I'd learned from them. I planned cozy little entertainments for Sebastian McSherry when he got back home, battle-scarred and thirsty for tenderness and sex. I looked at the glossy pictures of women kissing soldiers and sailors in Life magazine. The way the men bent the women over at their waists, the women yielding at the knees, graceful as dancers, skaters. The smudgy lipstick. The closed eyes. Those dark seams down the back of each smooth leg. Titania Anne Gentry would know how to do that. How to bend and yield, close my eyes, taste the smudgy lipstick from my mouth.

So I practiced twirling the baton, practiced how to win, making all the fancy moves, and how to do this without getting sick or falling down to hurt myself in front of people. When I got it right, I knew I'd twirl fire. . . .

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