Title: a turd by any other name...
Review: Avoid this dud and do yourself a serious favor. For the life of me I can't imagine how someone could find something profound in this misguided faux teen-angst vision of non-reality, unless this is the first book they've ever read and they think child rape and sexual abuse is profound. I will say, however, that it is profoundly derivative in a major way: oh, look, the author just read Flanner O'Connor...oh, and that's Dennis Cooper there...oh, there's a tad of Mary Gaitskill. The only problem is that it lacks the real talent and genuine vision of those writers. In other words, it's more like The Monkees than The Beatles, just not as good as The Monkees. So avoid this worm on the hook, really. You can thank me later.
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