Skeeter Sings the Blues
SKEETER DADDLE BLUES: Confessions of a South End Banjo Whacker will be read, in part, by its xenophobic author at the Snow Goose Bookstore on Friday, Dec. 13th at 7 pm. Book signing and South End revelry will follow. Bad luck too, probably.
Jack Archibald continues his rants and ravings in this sequel to his Skeeter Daddle Diaries: Reflections of a South End Nettle Farmer. These are the further memoirs of Skeeter Daddle, a latter day Huck Finn tromping Camano Island’s backwash in search of an America long thought lost, a banjo on his knee and a grudge against Mark Twain for marooning him in a childhood that’s no longer a sanctuary. Older now, but certainly no wiser, the Curmudgeon of Mabana lobs wet sack sarcasm and moonshine philosophy from the bunkered safety of his sagging old shack.
These are stories of his life on the South End, where he went to discover if frontiers still existed and if there might be a pioneer inside himself. In the end he had to reinvent himself. More than a few times. Who the hell IS Skeeter Daddle? Is he fictional? Is he an alter ego? Is he prowling the old growth nettle forests in search of Life’s Ultimate Meaning or just whistling Dixie on a rocker with a homemade 5-string?
Who knows …? Skeeter thinks we all create ourselves, more or less. He thinks we fashion our lives the way an artist creates art. And then the art changes the artist. Fiction? Oh, yeah, he’s made up. Just like the rest of us…
Sit a spell with him. He’s got some stories to tell.
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