...the girl half dazed on sidewalk falls over, lays down like she’s home.Black Tickets is a book of startling confessions, refuted sins and daring apathy. It’s beautiful, unsettling and reckless. It’s an acerbic masterpiece which recoils at the thought of refinement and perfection. It belongs to ...
Like finding a rare gem in a out-of-the-way antique store.While I don't quite feel this book deserves the 'heartbreaking work of staggering genius' style reviews slathering the back cover, the stories in it are excellent. Though the first, 'How Mickey Made It,' is a bit overwritten, the subsequen...
Well, this was odd. I'm not sure why this book landed on my bookshelf, since I don't think I've read any of the author's other books, and it didn't come through the normal Mary-book-club path, but there it was, with it's glowing blurbs like, "will rank as one of the great books of [the] decade." ...
ROOMER WAS SUSPICIOUS OF STRANGER O’BOYLE CALLED POLICE WHEN ACTIONS OF MULTIPLE SLAYER CAUSED HIM ALARM O’BOYLE, IN HIS AMAZING LETTER, GIVES DETAILS OF THE STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE PARK RIDGE WIDOW AND HER CHILDREN; OF THE INVESTIGATION HE PERSONALLY MADE THAT LED TO THE ARREST OF POWERS BY...
The Castos all look alike. Skinny, freckled, straw-haired. Joyce’s is the color of broom sage, dried out by some heat in her head. She walks the halls of the junior high with a clipboard of ruffled papers, transistor radio beating in her hand. Daddy is a fire-and-brimstone preacher at a church ou...
You see through it like it might rain forever, and you forget how hard it’s pouring until you stand out in it. Nonie said the rain drummed all night, and she went to work early in case they have any water to mop up at the restaurant. The backyard looks thick and spongy. Dimpled water stands in th...