Happened on this on the shelf at the library - had no idea that Les Claypool had written a book. Turned out this was pretty enjoyable - crude, profane and immoral, but enjoyable. Claypool writes fairly eruditely about a young father revisiting the small town he grew up in for a fishing trip with his brother. Drugs are taken, things go badly, fish aren't caught. Decent little twist at the end.
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Looks kinda creepy- these kind of books always seem to keep me up at night thinking so I can't fall asleep, and then I have uncomfortable dreams afterwards...
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