By David Means
Readers accustomed to David Means' electrifying paintings within the Los Angeles Times e-book Prize -- profitable diversified fireplace Eventswill realize his impressive imaginative and prescient in The mystery Goldfish. A trio of erotically charged young children is going on a criminal offense spree in Michigan; a goldfish bears witness to the loss of life of a Connecticut marriage; and an incredibly unfortunate guy is stalked by way of lightning. This brilliant new assortment unearths capacity' infrequent expertise for the quick tale and establishes his position one of the American masters.
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