RKS American Literature: Fortunes to be Made Raising Chickens (Sherwood Anderson)

One hopes for so much from a chicken and is so dreadfully disillusioned. Small chickens, just setting out on the journey of life, look so bright and alert and they are in fact so dreadfully stupid. They are so much like people they mix one up in one’s judgements of life. If disease does notContinue reading “RKS American Literature: Fortunes to be Made Raising Chickens (Sherwood Anderson)”

RKS American Literature: Why I Am Inclined to See the Darker Side of Life (Sherwood Anderson)

The first venture into which the two people went turned out badly. They rented ten acres of poor stony land on Grigg’s road, eight miles from Bidwell, and launched into chicken raising. I grew into boyhood on the place and got my first impressions of life there. From the beginning, they were impressions of disasterContinue reading “RKS American Literature: Why I Am Inclined to See the Darker Side of Life (Sherwood Anderson)”