Taylor Antrim Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned, by Wells Tower.
Antrim sketches his characters—Rotarians, tennis buﬀs, suburban moms, way- ward teens—with indelible lines.
The amount of information Antrim manages to pack into this sentence is amazing.
I and Neal here will go into Antrim, we're the least likely to be recognised.
He was an Antrim man, a Black Presbyterian, and a total abstainer.
Antrim, I was shown one of these caves over which a cottage formerly stood.
Such inscriptions are to be found in scores in the graveyards of Antrim.
It's my belief he's gone off out of this in dread of what may happen in Antrim to-day.
Among them was Phelim, the blind piper, whom Neal had seen in the street of Antrim.
He saw Antrim stretched out on the floor of the cabin, face down and motionless.