"Not since John Fante's “Ask the Dust” have we been smacked in the face so vividly by a work that reveals the psychic (and aesthetic) consequences of growing up hated in California and America. This is the macabre flip side of the quaint mini-malls, beaches and scenic vistas of North County, beach-area communities that revel in their naturalistic excesses while masking their grotesque Hieronymus Bosch-like dimensions, reeling with obsessional anti-Mexican loathing."
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Blogged about your column and site today, very nice review.
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gracias gracias!!!!
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