Rape Me, My Friend

… one of the 21st century’s great opening lines: “One afternoon on a weekend in March, Dewi Ayu rose from her grave after being dead for 21 years.”

A review from Brooklyn Magazine, “Rape Me, My Friend: Beauty Is a Wound”. This time my novel is compared to Günter Grass’s The Tin Drum. I love that novel, but The Flounder is my favorite.