Page 103...and LaVon is still talking...

So, in the part of the book that I'm reading right now, Bob is just sifting around the town that he's in- Woolybucket, the county seat of Woolybucket county, to pick up loose information that might be helpful to his employer- Global Porkrinds Incorporated, who wants to put a hog farm down in that part of Texas. As for lodging, Dollar rents a little bunk house from this widower named LaVon. His cover story for going down there (the locals aren't exactly receptive to the large hog farm corporations), is that he was looking for a Texan girl to marry. I have a feeling that he will end up doing that, though, however ironic it maybe.

However, I hope to God that it isn't LaVon. I swear, the woman talks like I have nothing better to do then just sit and read page after page of her words. For the past fifty or so pages, she has just been blabbing on and on about the history and whereabouts of EVERY SINGLE PERSON in her tiny town. Granted, she is writing a biographical book profiling the families of Woolybucket, and Bob did ask for it, but I don't think he would have if he knew what it would have led too. There was one part in the book where Bob just mentioned the fact that the only radio stations in the panhandle played hymns, and LaVon just cuts him off and begins bellowing like a dying hippopotamus stuck in the mud. I mean singing. She just seems too over the top- too chatty, too obnoxious, too judgmental.

But, she did say my favorite line so far out of the entire book:
"To live here it sure helps if you are half cow and half mesquite and all crazy." (Proulx 114) It was an excellent quote; it perfectly epitomizes the entire setting and aura that Proulx has created of this part of Texas, and in a great voice. I may hate her, but I have to give it to her, she does have her moments.