"A beautifully understated comic nightmare about an ex-con's misbegotten attempts to tread the straight and narrow outside the slammer... After a series of plot twists worthy of Thomas Pynchon or Joe Orton...Shiner does manage a happy ending as magically unexpected as pulling 23 cats out of a hat."
Dave had been through Bastrop a dozen times on his way from Austin to Houston. Just outside town, the land suddenly rose up and there were pine trees everywhere. The red dirt turned brown with fallen needles, and the air became cool and sweet. The Lost Pines, they were called, because there was nothing else like them for a hundred miles in any direction.
He’d spent a weekend with a girlfriend in Bastrop State Park. They’d rented a log cabin and had sweaty s_x in front of a fireplace with...