It's probably one of the best books I ever read. His sentences are short like Hemingway but they stack up better somehow. The voices are truer, and the locale grittier and more tangible. It lacks the 1950s maudlin quality that Hem couldn't help painting all over France, Cuba and Africa."I should never show up in these little river towns until my tug comes in - but I always come early, wait, watch people on the street. Out there vapor lamps flicker violet, bounce their light up from the pavement, twist everything's color. A few people walk along in the drizzle, but they don't stop to look into cheap shop windows."There is a collection of his short stories available. His catalog is short. In 1979 at the age of 26 he shot himself in the head.
http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200404u/pancake
http://www.appalachianbooks.com/Authors/Breece%20Pancake.htm
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1151208
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