ANNIEP ROULXK NOWS where the gates of hell are located – not far h-om the small town of Elk Tooth, Wyoming. In ‘The Hellhole’, the opening story of her marvellous new collection, the infernal maw actually opens briefly to swallow a poacher who has just orphaned a moose calf. Word soon gets around among the local game wardens, who start taking corporate polluters, yuppie poachers and various other obnoxious interlopers to the spot, saving ‘a great deal of tedious paperwork’ by having the sinners simply vanish into the brimstone. But then the Forest Service accidentally paves over the hole while building an access road to allow big logging corporations to rape the land, once again denying the local residents a weapon against encroaching modernisation.

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