Indigo: Arm Wrestling, Snake Saving, and Some Things in Between


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5.51 X 8.19 X 0.87 inches | 0.6 pounds

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About the Author

Padgett Powell is the author of six novels, including The Interrogative Mood and Edisto, which was a finalist for the National Book Award, and three collections of stories. His writing has appeared in The New Yorker, Harper's, and The Paris Review, as well as in The Best American Short Stories and The Best American Sports Writing. He has received a Whiting Award, the Rome Fellowship in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, and the James Tait Black Prize for Fiction.


Memorable reflections on writing and life from an author who pulls no punches. --Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Indigo, like all Powell's writing, has a kind of radiance, wild joy, and cantankerous sympathy. In the firmament of modern writing, he's in his own constellation. --Alec Wilkinson, staff writer for The New Yorker, author of Moonshine and The Ice Balloon

Indigo is such a great book--somehow all at once an ars poetica, memento mori, and self-portrait in a convex mirror. --David Shields, author of Reality Hunger and The Thing About Life Is That Someday You'll Be Dead

"Indigo is an excellent book, which I loved. Apart from the expected Padgett Powell things--acuity, comedy, sudden 3D-image-infliction--it develops the character of the essayist over the course of all the pieces in a way that's not un-novel-like. --Adam Levin, author of The Instructions and Bubblegum

Praise for Padgett Powell:

I have just come off of reading Cries for Help, Various, and I am changed. I am indoctrinated. I am a disciple. I am an earnest, resignedly bewildered, fan. . . . A few of these pieces are the kind of ecstatic exercise that some will decry as decidedly not short stories in the classical sense, and others, if you deign to peer beneath the frenetic lunacy, are built with such steel-forged structures that even narrative purists will find them sound. --Los Angeles Review of Books