Recently I asked Vlautin about what he was reading. His reply:
A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry HinesVisit Willy Vlautin's website.
A novel of such power and sadness its unforgettable. I’ve read it a handful of times over the years and always it’s a heartbreaking marvel. The story of Billy Casper, a kid from a broken home, who’s only future after school is a job in a coal mine. Set in a bleak mining community in an unnamed northern UK town, Billy is an outcast both at home and school. His only friend is a kestrel he has trained and keeps in a shed. A bird that flies above the sadness of the world, a bird free from the working-class constraints of spending one’s life in the darkness of a mine. I have copy in front of me, ragged and torn. It’s a book that once you begin you don’t want to leave, you don’t want Billy Casper and Kes to be anywhere but in your pocket, safe and out of harm’s way.
--Marshal Zeringue