Toto mě od Annie dostalo...sakra tak ona to píše tak, že u toho sama brečí, ale prostě nemůže si pomoct a musí to skončit takhle špatně...nebo že by to bylo podle pravdy? Přeci jen tam žila a žije...leccos se k ní mohlo dénést...:)

Proulx's story caused a sensation when it appeared in The New Yorker eight years ago. Its raw masculinity, spare dialogue and lonely imagery subverted the myth of the American cowboy and obliterated gay stereotypes. It also felt like a sledgehammer to the chest. "This is a deep, permanent human condition, this need to be loved and to love," says Proulx from her home in Wyoming. "While I was working on this story, I was occasionally close to tears. I felt guilty that their lives were so difficult, yet there was nothing I could do about it. It couldn't end any other way."