by Lewis Nordan
At times, the author’s language is like poetry. At other times, he enters so intimately into the mind of a violent racist the story becomes repellent. Sometimes there seems to be a plot and a sense of direction. At other times, there doesn’t. In only one scene did the author write with what came a...
I finished this a few days ago, but can't decide what I think. It was very well written, but maybe a little too cartoonish for me, for the seriousness of the subject. Although I'm not sure if there would have been another way to approach it that would have been readable.
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