Where else but in Andy Brown’s world does Joyce feed on table cloths and take a job as a construction worker? Meanwhile, Marx sells Jettas to young couples, and Faulkner drives a cab and plays bets on horses from the South. Brown’s sentences are as crisp as his vision is opaque. He offers up a potent and intelligent mixture of writerly mythology and blue collar blood sweat and tears. Read this for its tremulous intelligence, its bravado, its confident obscurity. (HN)
chapbook / main creator: Andy Brown / $3 / Conundrum Press, 266 Fairmount, Montreal, Quebec, H2V 2G3