live approximately 80 miles away from Knockemstiff, Ohio.
It’s little more than a ghost town sitting just southwest of
Chillicothe, a small city near the northern border of Ohio’s
section of Appalachia. There was a point in my checkered career
when, for nine years or so, I regularly made trips to southern Ohio
and dealt with individuals such as those who populate the pages of
KNOCKEMSTIFF, Donald Ray Pollock’s collection of masterful,
haunting short stories. I always told myself that I should write a
book about the people I met and the incidents I experienced.
Pollock though has beaten me to it, and has done a better