Anarchic, chaotic and vulnerable, this collection is one that I turn to again and again, whenever I need reminding of the infinite possibilities of prose fiction. In this story, a protagonist with the same name as the author spins us through space and time, the prose is dense, unctuous and lush (“The round moon highlights exalted phrases and, above, the fronds of a buckled coconut tree hush.”) but the delivery is exhilaratingly uncontrolled at times and the story is all the better for it.
Collected in The Hypocritical Reader, Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2018
A Personal Anthology 