A spare desolate story of poor white trash in the Kentucky woods, -- a couple, ignorant, shiftless, living on berries, on occasional catches of varmints, on the proceeds of a rare dollar made selling kindling, with their dog and their blind mule as companions, Jody is slowly dying; Martin, with an inarticulate sensitiveness and gentleness, turns to thievery to keep her alive. A ludicrous pair, but with a certain dignity in their humbleness, in their philosophy. Little plot -- little emphasis -- a crudity of style in keeping with the content, a disturbing picture of forgotten men. Unsaleable -- but too good to neglect. Perhaps it may prove a distant relative of Tobacco Road?