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“A fascinating work . . . possessing extraordinary power. Masterful.” —San Francisco Chronicle“Brilliant, cranky, and eccentric, and the narrative passages are some of the most thrilling ever written.” —Library Journal“Some of the author’s most enduring themes—notably, sexual jealousy and betrayal—are present. . . . The narration shows traces of writers as various as Joyce and Beckett, e.e. cummings and J.P. Donleavy.” —The Washington Post“The Abbott and Costello meet Samuel Beckett dialogue . . . makes you laugh out loud.” —The Village Voice
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