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						 C.F. Foster, The Florida 
						Times-Union: 
						"Day Out of Days," is a collection of 133 stories 
						and other ephemera that remind one of Flannery 
						O'Connor's writings, only with a Western twang. A series 
						of haunting tales of Americana narrated by a lonely 
						traveler along various forgotten highways are 
						interspersed with reminisces, poetry and unconnected 
						historical tidbits about Casey Jones, Willie Shoemaker, 
						Fats Domino and Hank Williams. Some of the stories make 
						you stop and say "wow." Others read as though they were 
						written in a peyote-high stream of consciousness. And 
						some provoke unpleasant images... But soldier on. 
						Shepard takes us where, at one time or another, we have 
						all been - or will be... On the surface, this book might 
						seem like a paean to Jack Kerouac, but it's pure Sam 
						Shepard, "somewhere suspended in time." 
						Don Waters, San Francisco 
						Chronicle: 
						Sam Shepard returns to the American West in his third 
						collection of fiction, leaving stories like place 
						markers on his steady journey across the map. In 133 
						short tales, dialogues and vignettes, he covers great 
						distances, from New Mexico to Knoxville to Victorville, 
						in San Bernardino County. And wherever he stops, Shepard 
						beautifully records the overlooked, strange places men 
						find themselves, both physically and emotionally... 
						Shepard knows how to entertain, yet his main project is 
						deeper. In drama, characters often follow traditional 
						narrative arcs. But Shepard has never been traditional. 
						Everyday life is ephemeral, he understands, consisting 
						of moments built upon moments. And there's so much 
						shifting between places and instances that when the 
						book's journey settles closer to home, and the  
						interior monologues begin reflecting on family and 
						children and regrets, we listen - because it is as 
						though Shepard himself is speaking. 
						
						Chris 
						Wallace, Dossier Journal: 
						Read full review at this 
						link. 
						Todd VanDerWerff, avclub.com: 
						"Day Out Of Days" conjures up such a sense of a 
						lonesome world of men and women who are just trying to 
						put one foot in front of the other, all while walking a 
						long, dusty highway, that it’s impossible to not fall 
						under its thrall for at least a little while. It may 
						work best as the kind of book you pick up and read a few 
						pages from, then put down again for reflection. It’s 
						hard to regard "Day Out Of Days" as anything like a 
						traditional short-story collection, but as a collection 
						of tiny jewels of language unearthed with great care by 
						a man with a uniquely American voice, it’s unlike 
						anything else. 
						Mike Fischer, Journal Sentinel: 
						Ever since leaving home as a teenage tenderfoot, Sam 
						Shepard has been chasing a dream as old as America: the 
						promise that if he just keeps moving, he'll eventually 
						figure out where he is going. Fifty years down the line, 
						Shepard's fourth and darkest collection of stories, 
						poems and reflections suggests that he - or a narrator 
						whose biography bears an uncanny resemblance to 
						Shepard's own - is still searching, even as he 
						increasingly wonders whether there's anything worth 
						finding. 
						Robert Israel, Edge Contributor: 
						Read full review at this 
						link: 
						Jeff Simon, Buffalo News: 
						Shepard - who came to the world as the American 
						version of a post-Beckett playwright and turned into a 
						magnificent screenwriter (Wenders’ “Paris, Texas”) and, 
						by dint of lanky and rugged good looks, movie actor - 
						calls the contents of his book “stories,” but they’re 
						far more varied than that. You’ll find slices of 
						autobiography, prose poems, conventional poems, 
						sketches, fables, jokes, all manner of fugitive highway 
						scraps from a literary mind as distinctively lit as T.C. 
						Boyle’s - and just as endemically American. 
						Robert Reid, Metroland: 
						From Charles Frazier’s "Cold Mountain" through 
						Cormac McCarthy’s "The Road", the road remains a potent 
						reality, metaphor and symbol in the American literary 
						imagination... Although the book is subtitled Stories, 
						there are few short stories in the conventional sense of 
						the term. Instead, there are fragments of scripts, 
						dramatic vignettes, narrative snapshots, cinematic 
						snippets, song lyrics, poems, laconic jokes, interior 
						monologues - many less than a page in length - in 
						addition to longer pieces. The book’s various 
						narrator/protagonists make up a kind of composite 
						representing the Lost Soul of America, who is on the 
						road, endlessly wandering its highways and byways in 
						search of meaning and purpose. With "Day Out of Days", 
						Shepard writes himself into the very fabric of the Myth 
						of America, no longer a pastoral dream but an 
						apocalyptic nightmare. 
						
						
						Jenny Shank, The New West: 
						"Day out of Days" reads like the scrapbook of a 
						singular mind, filled with wry humor, startling 
						observations about human nature, and plain glorious 
						weirdness. Shepard writes each piece with poetic 
						concision and an intimate level of gritty detail that 
						indicates the Pulitzer-Prize winning playwright and 
						Oscar-nominated actor has not isolated himself from the 
						world. The book's structure is as free as the open road, 
						with poems and dramatic dialogues scattered in among the 
						stories, but a few landmarks recur...  This is a 
						road trip of the spirit through the American West, a 
						book that should cure anyone’s mental rut with its 
						quirky tales and unexpected observations. In this 
						collection, Sam Shepard has proved himself an enormously 
						inventive writer, working in territory that seems 
						familiar, but that proves to be surprising and 
						revelatory. 
						
						John Adamian, Hartford Advocate: 
						Gripping and elusive at the same time. The 
						collection is something like a dream diary (with plenty 
						of nightmare thrown in), with many stories filling no 
						more than a page, some taking the form of list-like 
						poetry or spare stage dialogue... And there’s something 
						about Shepard that invites awe. Sam Shepard is Samuel 
						Beckett as Marlboro Man. Dude deserves to be called 
						“chiseled.” With his bare-bones prose. His rugged 
						peculiarly American absurdist-nihilistic outlook. The 
						bite-size form brings to mind the ultra-short fiction of 
						Japanese master Yasunari Kawabata’s Palm-of-the-Hand 
						Stories, but the tone is one of damaged American manhood 
						— by turns tough, smart, taciturn, funny and 
						self-reliant, but totally f**ked up. Readers of 
						Hemingway, Cormac McCarthy, Jim Harrison and Thomas 
						McGuane will recognize the type. 
						
						Judith Meyrick, The Chronicle Herald (Canada): 
						On the surface, Sam Shepard’s latest collection of 
						short stories is a road trip. But just on the surface. 
						Dig a little deeper. These stories don’t follow any 
						traditional route. They wander from town to town, and 
						are sometimes surreal, sometimes touching, often 
						macabre. Some are very short, some not so much. There 
						are random fragments, rants, the occasional monologue, 
						some poetry, and stories from the past... Shepard’s 
						writing is compelling. With the artistry of a craftsman, 
						he drags his readers in and holds them, page after page. 
						Staccato sentences mark his aggressive, hard-edged 
						style. 
						
						Elysa Gardner, USA Today: 
						In tales and reflections that range in length from a 
						paragraph to several pages, the celebrated 
						playwright/actor takes us on a journey down a long 
						boulevard of broken American dreams. The often itinerant 
						characters can take on traits of their famous author, 
						but Days is too expansive and too rich in mythical, at 
						times surreal imagery to suggest autobiography. With 
						scenarios that are at once unbearable and irresistible, 
						Shepard casts a predictably haunting spell.  
						
						Robert Nott, Santa Fe: 
						Sam Shepard has made a name for himself as a writer who 
						derails and debunks the many myths we have about the 
						West. In his works, he often suggests that longing and 
						heartbreak are better than not feeling anything at all. 
						He instills his work with dark, wry humor, perhaps to 
						help us digest it, and because sometimes the really 
						weird, scary, and harmful things that he writes about 
						are very funny.  
						
						Renee Warner, Denver Post: 
						There's a line in one story that sums up the entire 
						collection of stories, dialogues and notes: "The way 
						people just keep living their lives because they don't 
						know what else to do." They are sad people. They don't 
						know it, of course, because they don't even seem to know 
						what is going on around them, let alone inside them. By 
						the end, the book comes full circle and it all makes 
						sense. This is Shepard's brilliance — the ability to 
						continually surprise us. He plays with our heads, pushes 
						boundaries, and in the end makes the journey worthwhile. 
						
						Alec Solomita, Boston Globe: 
						Torn between the clarity of linear narration and the 
						pleasures of obfuscation, between self-satisfied self 
						portraits of a bronco-riding intellectual and surprising 
						sketches of a flawed and aging narcissist, and most of 
						all, between a Bohemian life on the road and a 
						powerfully compelling domestic life, the narrator talks 
						out his conflicts on these pages, often with great 
						precision and beauty...   This present 
						collection demonstrates that he (Shepard) is still 
						genuinely an outsider, confused by and resentful of his 
						worldly success, and still restless - a cowboy on an 
						endless drive in an old Chevy. 
						
						Caryn James, The Daily Beast: 
						The central character, on the road throughout these 
						stories, is not always the same man, but he has a 
						consistent, familiar voice. As in Shepard’s earlier 
						collections, these fictions tease, toying with 
						autobiography. The main character shares plenty with the 
						author. 
						
						
						Doug Childers, Richmond Times-Dispatch: 
"Day out of Days" won't re-brand Shepard as a fiction writer. But the 
						eclectic collection is often powerfully entertaining, 
						and it adds another coat of varnish to Shepard's 
						enigmatic persona, which rests on a mix of rugged good 
						looks, existential angst and lost-to-the-road 
						loneliness. 
						
						Michael Astor, The Associated Press: 
There's an elegiac quality to many of the stories: Some are mere 
						fragments, poems or just snippets of dialogue; all of 
						them are helped along with a large dash of the kind of 
						autobiographical detail that fairly begs the reader to 
						ask: Who is Sam Shepard?... For Shepard fans, these 
						stories tread the familiar ground of a romanticized, 
						dystopian American West — only now it has been updated 
						for the cell phone era. 
						
						Walter Kirn, NY Times:  | 
					
					
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						 For Sam Shepard, the prizewinning 
						playwright and short-story writer (and sometime  
						Hollywood actor) whose work might be characterized as 
						Grass-Roots Gothic, infused as it is with a sense of 
						folksy madness and populist brutality, the American 
						landscape is a sprawling cemetery, a field of bad dreams 
						spread violence that seem to repeat themselves through 
						the generations in a cruel infinity loop, consist of 
						dark highways stretching to the horizon. Under them lies 
						a dense matrix of remains. The bones of Plains Indians, 
						Confederate soldiers, hard-luck homesteaders and 
						hellbound drunks mix in a democratic necropolis capped 
						by thousands of miles of oily blacktop. These routes, 
						which for some writers promise liberation — an escape 
						into unbounded freedom and possibility — are, for 
						Shepard, roads of no return. Laid out north and south 
						and east and west, they all lead in the same direction: 
						down. 
						Shepard’s book has no normal 
						beginning, middle and end. Its structure is not 
						sequential but vertical. Using fanciful anecdotes, lyric 
						riffs, seemingly lifelike reminiscences and quotes from 
						our nation’s founding thinkers, he drills down through 
						the strata of our history into the bedrock of American 
						myth. He sinks his wells at random, in offbeat spots, 
						taking core samples from all over the country that often 
						contain fossils of shared experience, some of them 
						heavily crusted over with legend. His words have a 
						flinty, mineral integrity, especially when he describes 
						the people around him, who come off as distinctive 
						individuals but also have an enduring archetypal feel, 
						like the iconic figures in Whitman poems. His crackpot 
						vagabonds, working-class survivors and footloose fellow 
						wanderers have been with us always and probably always 
						will be. Their names may change over time but not their 
						souls, which eventually form the ground we’re forced to 
						cover us as we fan out to seek our fates. But their 
						moans are still audible over our engine noise — if we 
						only slow down enough to hear them in the way that 
						Shepard does."    
						Jose Teodoro, Edmonton Journal: 
						This might be the best moment to introduce our 
						author, Sam Shepard, the celebrated and prolific 
						American playwright slightly less known for his books of 
						prose, perhaps slightly more known as a talented and 
						handsome Hollywood actor who's appeared in precious few 
						films worthy of him. The narrator whose voice brings 
						such coherence, charisma and intimacy to much of "Day 
						Out of Days" shares Shepard's age and Midwestern roots, 
						his wry world-weariness and several of his personal 
						memories, while never feeling entirely shackled to the 
						limits of Shepard's own biography. Fantasy can overtake 
						the familiar at any moment, while never forsaking 
						unflinching emotional clarity. These are stories about 
						living long enough to recognize everywhere the shadows 
						of your past without necessarily having the foggiest 
						idea as to what it is that's casting them. 
						 
						With regards to geography and attitude these stories 
						conjure distinctly American experience, and at times the 
						sense of humour feels closest to the novels of Shepard's 
						old friend Thomas McGuane, yet the hazy relationship 
						between memoir and fiction is more akin to the work of 
						Europeans such as W.G. Sebald or John Berger. 
						
						Cindy Widner, Austin Chronicle: 
						Shepard is a man of his Kerouac-drunk time and hardly 
						the first or last to idealize the open road, the cowboy, 
						and the reckless, almost amoral qualities of the 
						American spirit, but he's one of the remaining few 
						actually born to it. Perhaps unintentionally, "Day out 
						of Days" drains any romanticism that may be left in that 
						tired, womanless mythology. Its best stories rub 
						irritably against the twin deflations of age and the 
						21st century...   
						Snippets of historical interjection 
						deepen both the context and the loneliness at the book's 
						core, and while Shepard occasionally falters with 
						underwritten poetry or clichéd scenes of macho brooding, 
						the book's meditative patchwork encourages us to forget 
						the lapses. "Day out of Days" forms a pastiche of the 
						cinematic cowboy at twilight, a thinker and drinker 
						whose sadness and self-mockery and dismay save him from 
						the preening self-importance that afflicts many of his 
						peers; he's left knocking about eternally, like one of 
						Dante's sinners, driving because he doesn't know what 
						else to do. Maybe it's a country for old men after all. 
						Daniel Dyer, Cleveland Plain 
						Dealer: 
						You're pretty sure you're in Sam Shepard country in his 
						eclectic new collection when he mentions Sitting Bull, 
						Seattle Slew, Henry Miller, hawks and hawk-faced Samuel 
						Beckett - all on the first page. And when a man finds a 
						severed human head, which asks a favor, there is no 
						doubt... Like his earlier volumes, "Day Out of Days" 
						resembles a mosaic, one with an uncertain, shifting 
						pattern... But unlike his earlier collections, this book 
						has more narrative continuity... Throughout, Shepard 
						offers glimpses of his liberal politics, of his 
						fascinations with cowboy mythology, with music, with 
						family and friends, with fast horses and waitresses. 
						Evident, too: his career-long wonder at life's 
						surpassing weirdness and an almost valedictory 
						preoccupation with death. Traci J. Macnamara, 
						High Country News: 
						The short stories in "Day out of Days", Sam 
						Shepard's new collection, have an unhinged, out-there 
						appeal, reflecting their eclectic, mostly Western 
						settings... With its quick shifts in perspective and 
						place, this book adds up to a bizarre journey, but its 
						frenzied style mirrors the darkly comic and disjointed 
						nature of lives that, in the end, may differ little from 
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