Twelve tragicomic stories of American families; the author's second collection, in which families fail, relationships stall, people search for escape – in a car, a bottle of scotch, or a magical, hallucinogenic state.
Described as the 'writer's writer's writer', Williams writes in opposition to 'Botox escapist lit told in the shiny prolix comedic style that has come to define us.'
Instead: 'We must reflect the sprawl and smallness of America, its greedy optimism and dangerous sentimentality. And we must write with a pen – in Mark Twain's phrase – warmed up in hell'.
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