Such a well-written Southern Gothic about twisted, desperate, unfortunate characters and the unexpected ways that their paths cross, interconnect, and intertwine. Multiple times I thought, "How would this character's life have unfolded if this seemingly-nothing choice had not been made by this other character?" Pollock makes his characters incredibly selfish, despicable, and disgusting, and the next moment he details them in a way that is so deeply human that you understand and pity them. Tertiary characters are even given so much life in their short time on the page, and every character is exemplary of the gritty human experience—what it's like to dream and succeed, stumble and fail, and desire something so much that you consider, or commit, the unthinkable.
