The rhythms of work and talk, the grease and grime of this gas station, are here in such precision that Joseph Torra's locality becomes everyman's. With sentences that surge and swing like a John Coltrane tenor solo, Torra tells his tale of a working-class father and son. This is an extraordinary novel in the tradition of another working-class son of Massachusetts, Jack Kerouac.
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Review:
Many mechanically impaired individuals such as myself look under the hood of a car and see nothing but the spaghetti of wires, lugs, bolts, belts, and gizmos. The author of this unusual and intriguing novel, which is set at the pump of a gas station, must look at sentences and syntax the same way. Check out the nuts and bolts of his prose: "Turn off the Fellsway up Oak can we make the hill lucky not to burn out motor or transmission four wheels spinning broken chains slapping into the station lot sleep in the garage, rubber-tire beds, fender guards for blankets." If words were wires, I'd hate to see how his car runs. Entirely quirky and entertaining.
About the Author:
Joseph Torra has published a collection of poetry, Keep Watching the Sky, and edits a journal of poetry and essays, lift.
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- PublisherZoland Books
- Publication date1996
- ISBN 10 0944072674
- ISBN 13 9780944072677
- BindingPaperback
- Edition number1
- Number of pages128
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