Daniel Woodrell
Daniel Woodrell
Daniel Woodrellis an American writer of fiction. He has written eight novels, most of them set in the Missouri Ozarks. Woodrell coined the phrase "country noir" to describe his 1996 novel Give Us a Kiss. Reviewers have frequently since used the term to categorize his writing...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 March 1953
CountryUnited States of America
winter people towns
I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
people strictly
One of the interesting things about the Ozarks is you just about don't have street crime. It's strictly between people who know each other. It really isn't indiscriminate; it's kind of between themselves.
alienated expect given good interact mainstream parallel people sent separate square time trouble value
There are people so alienated from the mainstream of American culture that it's like a parallel universe. They don't expect anything but trouble from the square world. Every time they interact with that world, they're given a ticket, sent to jail, drafted. It's never good. So they live by a separate value system.
people regions rounded travel
I think all regions have had their peculiarities of speech rounded off by television, radio, and people travel so much more now.
gravitate love people relate towards writers
I always gravitate towards anything from Ireland. With Irish lit, I love the use of language, but also in many instances, the Irish writers are writing about people and circumstances that I can relate to.
choice dirt element lived might people quite religious until
I know people who have, until recently, lived with dirt floors. There are people who live way back off the grid, without electricity. Not a whole lot, but quite a few. That's a choice for a lot of them. There might be a religious element in their isolation, at least with some of them.
numbers felt
I felt like a number of things in me as a writer just clicked.
hate confused hands
Love and hate hold hands always so it made natural sense that they'd get confused by upset married folk in the wee hours once in a while and a nosebleed or bruised breast might result. But it just seemed proof that a great foulness was afoot in the world when a no-strings roll in the hay with a stranger led to chipped teeth or cigarette burns on the wrist.
pits world born
I had been born shoved to the margins of the world, sure, but I had volunteered for the pits.
stories benefits
It's not always to the benefit of the story to have it so preordained.
dream heart ideas
The heart's in it then, spinning dreams, and torment is on the way. The heart makes dreams seem like ideas.
eye wind skins
Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.
stories kind vivacity
I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.
oscars
I didn't really expect to be coming to the Oscars.