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Johni Broome’s chase for greatness and ‘embodiment of the American dream’

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AUBURN, Ala. — Pastor Carl McKay goes back with the Broome family of Plant City, Fla. So far back, he was there for the earliest inklings of the Broome family.

“I was picking my daughter up from the rec center and out comes John (Broome) and Julie (Murray) holding hands,” McKay said of two people who now share 20 years of marriage and three kids, including one of the best college basketball players in America. “They would have been 13. I said, ‘Y’all, stop holding them hands, you’re too young for that stuff.’”

McKay has continued dispensing advice over the years, solicited and unsolicited — like the time he told John that his son Johni clearly was going to be a basketball star and needed to stop wasting time on the football field. The Broomes have belonged to the congregation at St. Luke Independent Church for McKay’s 20 years there. Two weeks ago, the congregation heard McKay’s story of an interrogation he once received from an especially inquisitive child.

“David and Goliath” was the Sunday school lesson, a classic tale of faith, courage and overcoming enormous odds. But the kid wouldn’t let him off the hook. How could this happen? A guy that big? A guy that small? The small guy winning? How does that make sense? Resourcefulness was the answer, of course, and a prevailing trait along with faith and courage that defined the protagonist.

When McKay revealed to the congregation that the questioner was 9-year-old Johni Broome, smiles and nods greeted the twist. America knows 22-year-old Johni Broome as a national player of the year candidate who stars for the top-ranked Auburn Tigers, but Plant City remembers when he was a slow, unathletic, unranked prospect who was passed over by the Florida Atlantic Owls. Without making his basketball success biblical, what a way to frame it: Broome building a slingshot over years and blasting away at his limitations.

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“He’s an amazing example for our community,” McKay said. “And that goes way beyond what he is as a basketball player.”

What he is as a basketball player goes way beyond what he was supposed to be, and the 6-foot-10, 240-pound Broome credits the foundational aspects of his life. He still has questions on spirituality for McKay and for Auburn team chaplain Jeremy Napier. He has Scripture inked on his body and on his phone’s lock screen, and he leads the Tigers’ “aura group” of biblical scholars in weekly discussions. His best friends are brother John Jr. and sister Jade’a.

Broome spent hot summer days in Plant City, 24 miles east of Tampa, passing out flyers to market his father’s lawn-care company, and then he’d be the one cutting the grass on the family’s acre of land. When he transferred to Tampa Catholic for the final two years of high school, that meant a 6 a.m. daily drive of more than an hour. It meant getting home at 8:30 p.m. after practice and individual skill work with a trainer.

“He did his chores,” Julie Broome said. “He did his homework. He didn’t do knucklehead stuff.”

If he got a “C,” John and Julie took away his phone and video games for nine weeks.

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“I think that happened twice,” John said.

“My family deserves a lot of credit for everything,” Johni said, and yet, even with priorities in order and pitfalls avoided, even with an opportunity to visit his football-playing brother at Florida International and get a taste of life as a college athlete, he was no lock to become one.

Basketball excellence was ordained when Broome was 3 by his late great-grandmother Ernestine Hughes, who looked at the long-legged, pigeon-toed toddler and declared he would be the next Shaquille O’Neal. He didn’t quite turn out to be 7-1 and twitchy, though.

He didn’t even make the first AAU team he tried out for. He missed on the Nike camps. He turned himself into a terrific high school player, 19.6 points and 10.9 rebounds a game as a senior, named Hillsborough County Player of the Year. He got himself up to No. 41 in Florida in the Class of 2020 in the 247Sports Composite and started receiving mid-major interest, though the knocks remained the same.

“Can’t move, too slow, can’t jump,” John said.

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“I had no idea who he was,” Auburn coach Bruce Pearl said. “Never saw him, never heard of him. What was he, No. 371 in the nation?”

Actually, it was No. 471.

Florida Atlantic’s Dusty May took an interest and that was Broome’s preference, but the open spots dried up in a recruiting class that included eventual Final Four participants Alijah Martin and Johnell Davis. He went with Morehead State over Bryant, to play for coach Preston Spradlin. The Broomes were thrilled — scholarship, room and board for their kid who had worked so hard to earn it.

“Morehead was a blessing,” Julie said.

And it was a launching point. Broome always loved the game, always had a special feel for it, but now he had college strength training. Now he had film study at the touch of an iPad and sophisticated schemes to absorb. He changed his body dramatically in a year, during which he was named Ohio Valley Conference Newcomer of the Year, destroyed Belmont with 27 points in an OVC title game upset and got his first NCAA Tournament taste with 10 points and nine rebounds in a first-round loss to West Virginia.

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Johni Broome reshaped his body during his time at Morehead State. (Courtesy of Broome family)

The following November, Morehead State lost 77-54 at Auburn. Broome had 12 and eight. An Auburn fan chatted up the Broomes and joked that their son should consider transferring to Auburn in the future. They still laugh about it. Pearl got familiar with Broome for the first time in preparation for that game, noticing all the little things he did on both ends to make his team better — and that making his team better seemed to be the priority.

This was an outstanding player, a whiff for all who dismissed him on measurables and missed the nuances of his game. He passed like a guard, rebounded like a center and defended anyone who got in front of him.

“I’ve always said Larry Bird is one of the greatest athletes to play the game of basketball, and Larry Bird couldn’t jump over a line,” Pearl said. “But he had unbelievable balance, hands, timing, vision. All of it was unbelievable. That’s athleticism too. It’s kind of like a golfer who is able to strike the ball a certain way, over and over again. Just because Johni Broome can’t jump very high doesn’t make him a non-athlete. There are guys who can jump out of the gym who can’t catch a cold. Johni has a lot of those same traits that make him special.”

By season’s end, with Broome coming off OVC Defensive Player of the Year and Lou Henson Mid-Major All-America honors, money was flowing to players and players were switching schools like never before. Broome loved Morehead State but had the opportunity to start making serious money as a basketball player. John Calipari and Mark Few were after him. Penny Hardaway wanted a word.

“(Pearl) didn’t get in on the recruitment until like Day 3. I had heard from everybody else,” said Broome, whose eight finalists included Florida, Houston and Louisville as well. “He calls and it’s like, ‘Oh, Bruce Pearl! What’s up?’ The thing I really liked is that he kept it real with me.”

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Yes, Pearl sold Broome on his career record of developing players into pros. He said he saw Broome as something stylistically in between the Tigers’ stars of the previous season, Jabari Smith and Walker Kessler. Also, Pearl admitted he didn’t have firm answers yet on roster and resources for the 2022-23 team.

“When we first talked, Walker hadn’t made his mind up yet about going,” Pearl said. “Rather than try to sell (Broome) on, ‘Hey, come play aside Walker,’ I made it clear we had another really good player in Jaylin Williams. I said, ‘Look, if Walker does stay, I don’t have enough for you.’ I think he and his family really appreciated that.”

Kessler decided to go. A few weeks later, Broome chose the Tigers. He led Auburn in scoring in his first season. He was the program’s 14th All-American in his second. He’s jousting with Duke freshman sensation Cooper Flagg for National Player of the Year honors in his final collegiate season, and it’s shaping up to be one of the closest races of all time.

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“I’d like to win it — but mostly, I’d like to win a national championship,” said Broome, who has yet to experience the second weekend of the NCAA Tournament, his 24 points and 13 rebounds not enough to avoid a first-round upset to Yale last March.

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“The beautiful thing about the choice for player of the year is they both took such different paths, and neither path is better than the other,” Pearl said. “Since Flagg was 15 years old we all knew how great he was, and not just because he was so gifted but also because he worked so hard and played so hard. And then you’ve got Johni, not ranked, not known, no stars in front of his name. Not one year and then the pros, but five years of college basketball. And here they are, taking completely different paths and actually being in the same spot as players.”

Pearl will declare Broome the clear holder of one distinction in college basketball.

“He has to go down as the greatest player of all time ever picked up in the transfer portal at this point,” Pearl said. “Just look at his three-year run.”

It would have been a two-year run, but Broome was afforded an extra season of eligibility due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Now, he’ll leave Auburn with a college degree and a better chance of going in the first round — The Athletic’s NBA Draft analyst Sam Vecenie projects him to go somewhere between picks 20 and 45.

“NIL allows people to come back and not have to rush to the league to help their families or help their loved ones or help themselves,” said Broome, who has gone through the draft process the past two years to test himself against other prospects. “It allows you to go when you’re actually ready.”

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Broome’s readiness comes from the work ethic that gave him this opportunity in the first place, and from added investment that can enhance today’s college athletes. He has signed with sports agency CAA and has worked for the past two years with Minneapolis-based trainer Reid Ouse.

Ouse, who founded Catalyst Training and works with Andrew Wiggins, Mark Sears and Paige Bueckers, among others, is not merely a skills coach. He spent several years as a college assistant coach and attends Auburn games and practices, collaborating with the staff on Broome’s development and how it fits into the Tigers’ schematic priorities.


Johni Broome has worked with trainer Reid Ouse for two years. (Courtesy of Broome family)

He reviews the film of every possession of every game and shares notes with Broome. He works with him on details that can’t be part of every Auburn practice. Broome gets strength training courtesy of both entities, Auburn and his agency. He has always been resourceful; now there’s no resource spared in pursuit of greatness.

“And then there are some plays Johni makes on a nightly basis that people have no idea how difficult they really are,” Ouse said. “His hand-eye coordination? He’s the guy who can play at the YMCA when he’s 70, his hips don’t work anymore, but he’s still able to dominate just because of the way he plays.”

Pearl has almost as much appreciation for the way he leads. There’s no question who’s in charge when the Tigers are on the floor, on both ends. Off the floor, Broome has taken a particular interest in mentoring uber-talented freshman guard Tahaad Pettiford, in Biblical studies and beyond. Of that, Pearl said: “What fifth-year senior is best friends with what freshman?”

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“All the guy cares about is winning,” Pearl said. “He’s the ultimate example of what great support at home can do, and that Broome name? It’s tattooed on his back, it’s embroidered in his jersey, it’s in his soul. He just goes to work every day, trying to do something special for his family. To me, he’s the embodiment of the American dream.”

Broome doesn’t have to be at Auburn. He could have cleaned up in the portal last spring.

“He could have gotten between $200,000 and $400,000 more,” Pearl said. “I don’t mind stating that. He could have.”

But developing, winning and having a good time should count, too. And the Broomes have become close over the years with the coach they call “BP.” Broome said Pearl “says crazy things about four times a week” but also makes himself available to the Tigers at all times.

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“A lot of coaches say that, but he means it,” Broome said. “Every time I call, he picks up the phone, whether it’s about something funny, something stupid or something serious. That means something. That makes you want to play for someone.”

Loyalty is serious currency in the Broome household. John and Julie get to McKay’s sermons whenever they can, though it’s tougher during the season with Saturday games and travel all over SEC country. They were on hand for his story about “David and Goliath,” smiling along with everyone else at the revelation that young Johni was his questioner.

Here’s what McKay didn’t tell the congregation: The large check the church had just received from an anonymous donor, to help it rebuild amid $12,000 in damage caused by Hurricane Milton? That was Johni Broome, too.

(Top photo: Kevin C. Cox / Getty Images)

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Book Review: ‘The Fisherman’s Gift,’ by Julia R. Kelly

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THE FISHERMAN’S GIFT, by Julia R. Kelly


“The Fisherman’s Gift” begins with a child washed up on a Scottish beach after a storm in 1900. A fisherman, Joseph, finds the boy, and carries him through the local village, Skerry Sands, past the shop where the novel’s Greek chorus of housewives gather, to the minister, who in time entrusts the boy to the schoolteacher Dorothy. Dorothy’s own son, Moses, disappeared in a similar storm several years earlier when he was just 6 years old. In an early sign of the novel’s difficulties, this stranger child is sometimes uncannily like and at other moments obviously different from Moses.

While the boy is with Dorothy, the story of Moses’ conception, birth and disappearance returns to the center of village life and conversation. Dorothy is not a Skerry native; she moved to the fishing village to teach, and her limited social skills and professional status meant that she has remained an outsider, especially after the breakdown of her marriage to a village man, and after she raised and lost her child in the community. She has remained aloof from the village women; in turn they regard her with suspicion and resentment, particularly for her ambiguous relationship with the otherwise eligible Joseph.

The novel’s plot is simple: A stranger comes to town, and then a stranger child comes to town. It’s a good engine for unraveling the stories buried in an isolated village, and in “The Fisherman’s Gift” there are many tales lurking underneath the animating mystery. They include the daughter of a violent marriage resisting her own violent husband; several women more and less maddened by grief for sons and brothers lost at sea; mothers with too many children and some with children lost; men struggling to fulfill their required roles on land and sea.

The village of Skerry is nicely realized, and Kelly describes the sea and weather vividly. The story is well paced and the dialogue strong, always a challenge with dialect speech from long ago.

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But there are flaws in craft and focus. The omniscient narrator treads heavily, often in prominent sentence fragments pointing out the obvious. A chapter begins, “And there are other things she must face in this moment of truth in her life.” A paragraph between two reflections is, “How much has happened since.” These things shouldn’t, and in fact don’t, need flagging. And there are repetitions of images and phrases, to which we are all prone but they shouldn’t make it to publication. Three times someone’s instinct for mishap is compared to “the way you know when you knock at a door that no one’s home.” Small matters, maybe, but the cumulative effect is a distracting clumsiness.

Furthermore, there is fundamental indecision about what kind of book this is. The novel gestures toward fable and fantasy, first hinted at with an epigraph from Yeats’s “The Stolen Child.” Fine; there are some excellent recent novels that play with North Atlantic folklore to explore community, individualism and the powers of the natural world.

But “The Fisherman’s Gift” invokes the supernatural and then strives to provide realist explanations at every turn. The story depends heavily on coincidences, including a minor character apparently brought in solely to fall off a bicycle with an important telegram as Dorothy happens to be passing. A full investment in folklore would obviate the need for such far-fetched events. And still there are clunky omens (lucky wedding salt spilled as Dorothy’s ill-fated husband carries her over the threshold on her wedding day, dreams and sleepwalking that foreshadow disaster) and a central resolution in supernatural terms.

This feels, in the end, like a promising novel that needed more conviction. It is not without strengths — the characters and setting are memorable — but the magic and rationalism undermine each other, leaving the reader frustrated by both.


THE FISHERMAN’S GIFT | By Julia R. Kelly | Simon & Schuster | 355 pp. | $28.99

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The funniest 2025 March Madness bracket names: Picking our favorites

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There’s not too much shame in a botched March Madness bracket. The NCAA Tournament is compressed chaos in single elimination, upsets are part of the game, and only one entrant can actually win it all.

What we can’t forgive is a lazy, uninspired bracket name.

The men’s and women’s tournaments give us a wealth of punnable school, player and coach names to choose from — even an arena or two. Here are this correspondent’s favorite puns and frivolities for 2025 bracket names. Give us yours in the comments below.


Men’s

Ok, Broomer — For those who see Auburn as an inevitability, go with their star, Johni Broome. These are not your postwar Tigers.

Green Flaggs — A lot of folks will swipe right on the Blue Devils if their megastar Cooper Flagg is healthy.

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Lipsey’s Hustle — The marathon continues for Tamin Lipsey, Iowa State and the Fightin’ Otzelbergers.

Knuck If You Buzz — Texas A&M head coach Buzz Williams has the sheer intensity and righteous passion of prime Lil Scrappy.

Let’s Get Oweh From It All — To Kentucky’s Otega Oweh: “Let’s take a boat to Bermuda, let’s take a plane to Lexington.”

Yes, UConn — For the Huskies believers.

No, UConn’t — For people who actually watched UConn this season.

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Creighton for a Star to Fall — The name whispered on the wind was, in fact, “Ryan Kalkbrenner.”

Caleb Love and BasketballFor what? Our hearts, of course. And an Arizona run.

Caleb Grillz — Missouri bucket-getter Caleb Grill has his whole top diamond and the bottom row gold … we think.

Littlejohn and the Eastside Boyz — Chase Hunter and Clemson have forced their tourney seeding to Get Low. Looking to bring some hardware back to Littlejohn Coliseum.

Frankie Fidler on the Roof — To life, to life, to Sparty. Tevye would’ve trusted Michigan State’s Tom Izzo in March.

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Love (Ma)shackIt’s a lil’ old place where we can get together … and make Alabama really upset. Tennessee’s Jahmai Mashack had one of the coolest moments of this college season.

LJ Cryer and the Infinite Sadness — A [Houston] Cougar with Butterfly Wings. Underestimate whatever that is at your own peril.

Queen’s Gambit — Maryland’s freshman center Derik Queen is the tallest, fleetest turtle we’ve ever seen.

Kameron Presents…the (Golden) Diplomats — Based on Marquette’s guard Kameron Jones. Does that make David Joplin Juelz Santana?

Silkk Da Shaka — Another great Marquette play.

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Toppin My Collar — For those both appreciating Texas Tech’s resurgence (and star JT Toppin) and wishing it was 2005 again.

“What Are You Doing in My Swamp?!”— The Florida Gators would win and cover against Lord Farquaad.

Rick Pitino’s Bodega Corner — The Johnnies have taken New York by (red) storm.

Throw it Down, Big Man —For those wanting to honor the late Bill Walton.

One Shining Moment — For those wanting to honor the late Greg Gumbel.

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Grant Nelson’s Mustache —  In celebration of the sport’s modern canon.

The Parentheses Preferers — Who needs brackets? Proper punctuation prevents poor performance.

Tar Heels and Glass Slippers Maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there who has UNC making a Cinderella turn.

The Floor Slappers Federation — Yup, it’s about that time.

Women’s

Elementary, My Dear Watkins — For those who fashion JuJu Watkins and the Trojans as “A Study in Scarlet.”

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JuJu Fruit — We’re sweet on JuJu and USC.

For Bueckers or Worse — Paige Bueckers is the superstar, but Sarah Strong and Azzi Fudd also balled out this year.

For Auriemma, Forever Ago — Do we think UConn’s iconic coach, Geno Auriemma, knows who or what Bon Iver is?

Place Your Betts — UCLA and Lauren Betts could certainly cash out after their inspired Big Ten tourney performance.

Dawn and On — South Carolina and Dawn Staley pursue their fourth national title of this era. We’ll take every opportunity to hear more Erykah Badu.

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Boom Boom Paopao — The WNBA-bound Gamecock Te-Hina Paopao is so 3008.

The Van, The Lith, The Legend — TCU’s superstar Hailey Van Lith just put in work as the MVP of the Big 12 Tournament.

Hidalgo To Bed — Don’t sleep on Notre Dame (or Hannah Hidalgo) despite the late-season slump.

Came Out a Beast — Flau’jae Johnson is nice on the boards and in the booth.

Taylor Jones’ Block Party — Everyone’s invited. Texas is tough in the frontcourt.

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Wes is Moore — A guiding mantra. NC State’s sideline strategist Wes Moore is the ACC’s Coach of the Year.

Lawson’s Creek — For those switching over to Duke (coached by Kara Lawson) after their conference tournament title. Casting recommendation: Michelle Williams as Toby Fournier.

O.K., Sooner — We brought it back one time for those rolling with Raegan Beers and Oklahoma.

(Illustration: Kelsea Petersen / The Athletic; Harry How / Getty Images, Grant Halverson / Getty Images, Kevin C. Cox / Getty Images)

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Book Review: ‘The Buffalo Hunter Hunter,’ by Stephen Graham Jones

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THE BUFFALO HUNTER HUNTER, by Stephen Graham Jones


Stephen Graham Jones’s new novel would give Gen. Philip Sheridan fits. The Civil War officer is often cited as the source of one of the most infamous sayings in American history, “The only good Indian is a dead Indian,” and there are dozens if not hundreds of dead Indians in “The Buffalo Hunter Hunter.” There’s also a very long-living or, more accurately, undead one who opines: “What I am is the Indian who can’t die. I’m the worst dream America ever had.” Take that, General!

Good Stab is an Indigenous man from the Blackfeet tribe living in Montana around the time of the 1870 Marias Massacre, when U.S. Army troops killed nearly 200 unarmed women, children and elderly members of the Blackfeet Nation, a tragedy that figures in a multitude of ways throughout this gruesome joyride of a novel.

One day, Good Stab is caught in a violent encounter with a wagon train of white settlers holding a supernatural being in a cage. The strange, humanish creature is bloodthirsty, death-defying, antagonistic, charismatic and chatty. He’s called the Cat Man, and he’s a centuries-old vampire. During an ensuing skirmish with the white settlers, the Cat Man is freed and his blood gets mixed into a wounded Good Stab, who then becomes a bloodsucker as well.

Now released, the Cat Man preys on Good Stab’s tribe, which enrages Good Stab, leading to decades of conflict between the two. All the while, each is on a near-perpetual quest for vengeance against white settlers and for survival in 19th-century Montana.

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None of this will be any surprise to readers of Jones’s past fiction, which has confidently mashed up various horror genres with pointed explorations of Native American experience. But two features stand out with his latest: first, the particular terms of vampiric living.

Rather than cloaked, castled mystery and wealthy Eurotrash vibes (familiar features of the vampire story, from Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” in 1897 through to Robert Eggers’s remake of “Nosferatu” in 2024), the monsters in “The Buffalo Hunter Hunter” are High Plains eternal drifters who have to drain their victims completely to remain vital. Moreover, in a mordant deep joke on the saying that you are what you eat, Cat Man and Good Stab inevitably take on the attributes of their victims, whether humans or animals.

Dante would be pleased with the situation Jones has created, though social justice-oriented readers looking for an easy-to-cheer-for BIPOC vigilante be warned: Good Stab can only defend his people and carry out vengeance on behalf of the Blackfeet by, as the novel’s title suggests, killing and feeding on lots and lots of Native Americans himself.

And his Blackfeet victims aren’t just fellow warriors in the midst of battles, either. In one case, Good Stab gorges on a child after crawling into the lodge of a sleeping family. First he quietly bites into her throat. “I didn’t think she could scream anymore, but I didn’t want her mother to have to see this,” he observes. But his remorse means little compared with his sudden insight: The younger the person he blood-sucks dry, the stronger he becomes. Cat Man already knows this, which leads to a wrenching climactic encounter with Good Stab that recalls the awful dilemma at the center of Ursula K. Le Guin’s story “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas.”

The consequences of this showdown stay with Good Stab forevermore. He unpacks his unquiet heart decades later, and his doing so plays out through the second distinctive feature of Jones’s novel: its story-within-story-within-story structure.

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The novel opens with a discovery — in 2012, a book hidden in the wall of an old parsonage is found by an unnamed construction worker. It turns out to be a journal, written in 1912 and belonging to Arthur Beaucarne, the pastor of the local Lutheran congregation. Inside it contains the story of his strange encounters with Good Stab, who, after years of carnage, has seemingly come to him to confess.

In the novel’s 1912 sections, Jones adeptly plays into the expectations we have of horror tales. Good Stab appears and disappears in the church at will; people in town are being killed inexplicably; the sheriff doesn’t believe Beaucarne when he tries to tell him his suspicions about Good Stab; and Beaucarne himself has a secret past, which makes his vow to listen to Good Stab’s confession with “a good heart” increasingly suspect. Jones creates and builds a strong sense of suspense and mystery in the 1912 sections, whereas the Good Stab passages are comparatively loose and repetitively graphic, to the point of tedium.

This all comes to us through yet another frame narrative — at the beginning of the novel, Etsy Beaucarne, a flailing academic and descendant of Arthur, acquires the journal. Reading it, she’s curious about what she learns of her ancestor and his undead companion. As the novel unfolds, Jones moves back and forth between Beaucarne’s haunting in 1912 and Good Stab’s hunting in the years before, reserving Etsy’s discovery of her family connection to a strange and supernatural past for the opening and closing segments of the book.

What is Jones doing here, with this trifold narrative structure? He has created a novel that invites us to reflect on how the stories we tell about ourselves can be at once confessions and concealments. At the same time, he’s using this framework to set up some scary, big reveals. Do the vampire math, people: The story Etsy’s reading from a hundred years ago isn’t finished yet.


THE BUFFALO HUNTER HUNTER | By Stephen Graham Jones | Saga Press | 435 pp. | $29

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