Welcome to the lunatic asylum. Epigraphs from Kafka and Breton indicate what kind of reality is being essayed in this book and it has nothing to do with K-mart. Two drifters float into the ghostly lives of various characters who speak like hypnotized psychoanalysis patients or piss covered prophets on their fortieth day of locust eating. Really terrifying and unsettling but somehow incredibly funny at the same time. Are there characters more bizarre and memorable then Poe (the 75 year old weightlifter) and Mr. Bobby? Resembles a novel a little more than Quick and the Dead and another in the win column for Joy Williams.
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