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First published July 1, 1994
Billy Wayne dreamed that he arrived on a call to this shingled bungalow on Grammont. He strapped his tank to his back and held the spray gun, nozzle down. The lady was in tears, said she couldn't live in this filth anymore. It's been six months, she confessed, since her last treatment. Billy Wayne opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and saw the infestation. He aimed his gun at the carpet of roaches, and when he squeezed the trigger, not Diazinon, but light instead shot from the nozzle. He sprayed the entire house with light and told the woman, You won't be having problems for a while.
Dufresne is a wonderful writer, and his character development, plot entanglements and ear for the dialect are sure. I will probably read more of his work.
Opening pages detail the convoluted and heartbreaking history of the Fontana/Wayne family in Monroe, LA. Billy Wayne is quickly introduced as the focal point of the tale, following generations of bad luck, despair and the odd fact that the Wayne family has never produced a female child. And the men are just lacking in intelligence, good judgment and truly horrible purposeful and chance events.
This book got added to my reading list following a friend reading me this passage:
"The infant Billy Wayne, the only breathing descendent of Peregrine Fontana and tabernacle of his formidable gene, was abandoned to the care of the good Sisters of St. Francis Hospital, who, with the unspoken complicity of the town, devised and executed a strategy to rid the world once for good and all of the Fontana aberration, a solution at once so inspired and so diabolical it could only have originated, our Pentecostals believed, with the Pope of Rome himself. Billy Wayne was to be groomed for the priesthood."
This is enticing, laugh aloud funny stuff. Sadly, for this reader, the ensuing plot development of Billy Wayne's life and the family and friends of Monroe collapses under its own weight. At some point, I stopped being charmed and became frustrated, then irritated, then full-blown angry with this story. Depression followed. There is only so much heartache, bad behavior and purposeful mindlessness I could stand. Then I just wanted the book to be over. If I wrote the book, Billy Wayne probably would have become the Pope of Rome and created a stir in the halls of the Vatican and throughout the Catholic world. But, that's me.
I do think most readers will appreciate, if not embrace, this book. Please do give it a go. The critics are most likely right.