This new collection of short stories from T.C. Boyle finds him at his mercurial best. Inventive, wickedly funny, sometimes disturbing, these are stories about drop-outs, deadbeats and kooks. Take the man who shares his apartment with a wildcat won in a drunken bet; the drive-time shock jock hallucinating from sleep deprivation for a publicity stunt; the suburban woman who joins a pack of dogs, eating rabbits and baying at the moon. With a unique deftness of touch and a keen eye for the telling detail, Boyle has mapped the strange underworld of America.socksain the expectation that her scent would invest them, and the scent of the pack too. ... sacred place where to lie flat in the sun and breathe in the scents of fresh earth, dung, sprouting grass, was enough of an accomplishment for an entire day. ... Hominids had to keep busy, make a buck, put two sticks together, order and structure and complain, but canids could know contentmentaand so could sheanbsp;...
|Title||:||Tooth and Claw|
|Publisher||:||A&C Black - 2011-07-01|