Written in a series of half-thought snippets, this was an unusual little book. Big Ray, who has just died, was an abusive tank of a man. His son is writing this book as a kind of catharsis – reliving his painful childhood in brief bursts. I have a feeling on any given day my opinion of this book could fluctuate – today it only gets a 2. I picked it up because it was one of the library’s recommended reads for the month. I’ve never read Kimball before, so I’m not sure if all of his work is this strange or not. At this point I have 387 books on my “to read” list, so I probably won’t be curious enough to find out any time soon.