I have no idea what's going on in this novel. I thought I knew, but once again I find myself backhanded by the obstinate truth. (And trust me, this whole backhanding thing is way more fun when the truth is in someone else's hand. When it's in your own you just feel sort of redundant and stupid.) In the immortal words of Lucinda Williams, Everything
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