Reminds me of some advice my father gave me. Or, no, not advice, more a chastisement. He said, “Quit dwelling on it!” I don’t remember what it was I was dwelling on, all those years ago, in our old house in Oak Park, Michigan, that starter ranch house with its olive linoleum tile in the kitchen, olive, orange and yellow starbursts scattered on the wallpaper, very hand-scrawled looking, like multicolored versions of Kurt Vonnegut’s famous sketch of a butthole.
In a Moment of Truth, Jeff Dorchen gets lost in the woods of a dying planet, and along the way finds Hillary Clinton, a piece of reasonably priced farm-raised salmon, trauma survivors, an iconic illustrated butthole, nostaligic wax, and the reason he wandered away from everything in the first place.
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