The old folks say Memory is quair. A young preacher boy discovers that the eccentric old woman is that and a whole lot more. Uncovering the mystery of Memory is the only way he will resolve his own crisis of calling. Praise for Poor Memory: Dear Stan, The best I can say is that your book reads like Will Cambell's-with its absurdities, its celebrations of the red-necks, and its exposure of organized religion. -G.McLeod Bryan, author Dear Stan, We drove to Asheville and I took five manuscripts to respond to, intending to skim each one. I began with yours and didn't skim. Read every word. . . It is obviously something Baptists ought to read. Not many reading Southern Baptists left, however. . . Anyhow, it's good preaching and should be heard. -Will Campbell, author Dear Stan, Your novel. . .makes me wonder why the South seems to turn out so many writers in a sort of "ain't--life--strange--cruel--funny" Flannery O'Connor/William Faulkner/etc. genre. (That was a compliment.) -Joyce Hollyday, author