This remarkable first novel came to us with a plea: just to be read, not rejected. It was raw, a chaotic collection of voices from the Midwest's backwoods, but obviously the work of a real writer: vivid, mad, and full of that desperation which roots in American outcasts. The characters, the kid telling the story, the Indian lover, Sheri, the machine and the terrible murder, were made immediate and memorable by their voices. Within hours we accepted it. How could we not have? It wasn't like anything or anyone else.
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