If you would like to travel through a country of perverts and maniacs and body parts with a man on the verge of suicide heading toward poverty-stricken loneliness, then this is a great way to do it. It’s like The Odyssey, if you took away the hope and humor and put in descriptions of each body’s state of decomposition. There is romance, but it is so overwhelmed by the loss of war that it seems nearly parenthetical, like Odysseus’ love of Penelope.
Charles Frasier’s wonderful writing style is perfectly suited to his theme—despair oozes from each beautifully-crafted phrase.
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