About the Editor: Sonny Brewer lives in Fairhope, Alabama. Editing, publishing, and writing have been the consistent threads in a tapestry of work that has included everything from radar and electronics repair to deck-handing on a tugboat, from magazine editing to teaching high school English, from freelance writing for lawyers and corporations to finding and publishing new writers. His debut novel, The Poet of Tolstoy Park, was released in 2005; and was followed by A Sound Like Thunder; Cormac: the Tale of a Dog Gone Missing; and The Widow and the Tree. In 2009 he edited Don't Quit Your Day Job, a collection of autobiographical essays by authors who did!
“Like the two previous editions in the series, this anthology collects a delightful mix of well-known and unheralded southern fiction writers.†– Booklist
“New readers will find much to love while old readers will be pleased yet again.†Southern Scribe
“Readers can choose a level of literary elegance and edginess that best suits them…a raw power that’s off the charts.†Atlanta Journal-Constitution
“These stories are rooted. They are of a place but are more than just the setting. They are full of the sights and sounds of the region, but the motivations and actions of the characters are universal… It doesn't get much better than that.†The Advocate
“…he, and they, have done it again…†Jackson Free Press
“…many of the authors are virtually unheard of, yet all write with amazing depth and imagery… a unique, unforgettable read.†Round Table Reviews “When the first edition came out in 2002, I wrote that it was ‘the greatest collection of Southern writers since Willie Morris' funeral,’ and each edition has only improved. This third volume sets a new standard.†Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal
“…the most attractive aspect of these stories is that each author speaks his truth unflinchingly, be it pleasant or ugly… In a paean to humanity at its best and worst with a Southern twist, Stories from the Blue Moon Cafe III evokes the bittersweet angst of a way of life so deeply embedded that its memory shrouds the future still.†CurledUp.com