Who knew the Family Circus had such depth!
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***** Far-reaching epic of untuckedness, March 20, 2004
Reviewer: A reader (Minneapolis, MN USA)
Having spent his rod toiling in the black meat market of Tunisia, Billy regains some measure of sanctimony with the discovery of not one, but two golden papyri. While symptomatic of the lugubrious nature of most bodily discharges, this heartfelt work of punctuated equilibrium dares to draw blood. And draw it, yet, with a vengeance, for within its sonorous monotones lie hidden reverberations of spinal fusions, domestic ciphers, and ultimately, the hard-won novocaine of the masses. At the climactic moment, I wept. With this work, Keane has opened the floodgates of Nairobi. What more need be said? --This text refers to the Paperback edition
***** Tucked to DEATH, July 29, 2003
Reviewer: "hysterical_woman" (7th Layer of Hell) - See all my reviews
Thelma Keane, the most unstable of the Klan, is sent over the edge by Dolly feminist taunts that Strange Lisa is a better lover then Bil and is even better endowed. She becomes obsessed with being the perfect mother, for about two minutes, then she finds a bottle of Barcadi. But that night, she finds a wire hanger in Jeffy's closet, along with Anardo's body, but that's another story. Taking from her mentor Joan Crawford, she does what she sees is right. I don't want to give away the ending, but I for one will never eat bacon again.
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***** Far-reaching epic of untuckedness, March 20, 2004
Reviewer: A reader (Minneapolis, MN USA)
Having spent his rod toiling in the black meat market of Tunisia, Billy regains some measure of sanctimony with the discovery of not one, but two golden papyri. While symptomatic of the lugubrious nature of most bodily discharges, this heartfelt work of punctuated equilibrium dares to draw blood. And draw it, yet, with a vengeance, for within its sonorous monotones lie hidden reverberations of spinal fusions, domestic ciphers, and ultimately, the hard-won novocaine of the masses. At the climactic moment, I wept. With this work, Keane has opened the floodgates of Nairobi. What more need be said? --This text refers to the Paperback edition
***** Tucked to DEATH, July 29, 2003
Reviewer: "hysterical_woman" (7th Layer of Hell) - See all my reviews
Thelma Keane, the most unstable of the Klan, is sent over the edge by Dolly feminist taunts that Strange Lisa is a better lover then Bil and is even better endowed. She becomes obsessed with being the perfect mother, for about two minutes, then she finds a bottle of Barcadi. But that night, she finds a wire hanger in Jeffy's closet, along with Anardo's body, but that's another story. Taking from her mentor Joan Crawford, she does what she sees is right. I don't want to give away the ending, but I for one will never eat bacon again.
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