I am in the home stretch now with FJTWII.
The next to the last story, Testamony of the Donkey, uuuuh, it is classic Proulx, if there is such a thing.
Marc and Catlin live together in a trailer in the rural landscape. We are treated to a background of their lives, and overview of their relationship and then half way thru, the direction turns 90 degrees. It is an ominious turn, and the reader knows exactly where they are headed, but man what a ride! It is flat out horrifying. I was glued to the book, page after page, I read it as the light died and hardly noticed.
This is so much shades of Postcards, Jewel Blood trying to cross a creek in the snow, OMG, this one will stay with me a long time.