I have a terribly complicated love-hate relationship with this book. Okay, maybe it's not that complicated because it's 20-80. I hate these books when the writer seems to write with a thesaurus in hand either in a desperate effort to impress with their first book or to prove to everyone that they...
That which can be known. That which can never be known. The third, which concerns the writer alone, truly is neither of these. —from the 1987 essay “Crucifictions,” by Crispin Salvador * Boy Bastos is four years old and quite the talker. Because of his parents’ broken marr...