From the New York Times
Harry Crews, whose novels out-Gothic Southern Gothic by conjuring a world of hard-drinking, punch-throwing, snake-oil-selling characters whose physical, mental, social and sexual deviations render them somehow entirely normal and eminently sympathetic, died on Wednesday at his home in Gainesville, Fla. He was 76.
The cause was complications of neuropathy, his former wife, Sally Crews, said. Before retiring in the 1990s, Mr. Crews taught writing for many years at the University of Florida in Gainesville.
A Georgia-born Rabelais, Mr. Crews was renowned for darkly comic, bitingly satirical, grotesquely populated and almost preternaturally violent novels.