A cathartic and at times politically incorrect yarn, this piece of experimental fiction is not easily pigeonholed. The reader is exposed to the mind of a tormented soul, one that is wracked with doubt and uncertainty regarding its central purpose and function. Nevertheless, Yevsky again manages to somehow guide us through the morass with his unique sense of humor, self-deprecating style and wit.
on April 6, 2011 :
As a self-professed writer, I hesitate to review this short piece, as I’m sure most any untainted individual loathed to venture near one stricken by the plague in the Middle Ages. Could venturing near it infect me? I hope not!