Norwood - Charles Portis

I was anxious to read Portis after seeing "True Grit" (still need to read it), and reading about his facility with Southern dialogue.

That being said, coming off the heels of the breakneck pace of "Leviathan Wakes" and my consequent breakneck reading pace, I read this book too fast and missed (some of) the devil in the details, Portis's dialog and prose.

I didn't miss it all and it made for a nice weekend read.

"I wish Sammy Ortega was here," said Miss Phillips. "He'd break your arm."

"I'd like to see him try it," said Norwood.

"I was talking to Fring, I wasn't talking to you," she said. "But he'd get you too if he felt like it, you bigmouth country son of a bitch. He'd kick your ass into the middle of next week."

"I'd like to see him try it."

"You just got through saying that. Don't keep saying the same thing over and over again. Don't you have good sense?"

"You said you was talking to him the first time."

"You peckerwood."