Listen folks. Hands down, Larry Brown is the best southern writer since Faulkner (though I do get tired of the comparisons because honestly, Brown and Faulkner share very little in common other than the location of their stories). Nevertheless, what is obvious when you pick up JOE is that Brown thoroughly understands the human condition. This novel brilliantly and deftly explores family ties, poverty, abandonment, and even a tad bit of racism. Nothing is overstated though. It's a slow rolling boil of a book that begs to be read patiently and lovingly.
I really do not want to give much plot away here. Instead, I'll simply say that if you do not feel empathy for these characters, if you do not long for Joe to rescue both himself and the young man who he takes under his wing, if you do not feel the horrors that the young girls and their mother experience at the hands of their father, and if you do not cringe at the brutal realism on display in this novel's pages, then you are either insane or dead.
If you only read one more book for as long as you live, pick up this masterpiece and savor every sentence, every beautiful (and occasionally horrible) image, and a vision of the south so pure and unfiltered, you'll find yourself shaking your head when you realize Brown died long before his time and deserves to be remembered and recognized for the humble literary god that he is.