There is a post-post-modern element to this book. It fits into an interesting blurring and blending of genres in the world of letters nowadays, and David is surfing that wave admirably. It is simultaneously a memoir, a novel, and a play in three acts. The title, There Once Were Orange Groves, immediately resonated with this reader, having grown up in Long Beach, CA many moons ago, when there were tiny towns dotting an inland sea of orange groves in Orange County. As this multi-genre story hop-scotches in point of view, the reader discerns that David has no truck with small-talk. The book touches on mortality, grief, displacement, gender issues, existential angst, and more. Without attempts to delve exclusively into any of these difficult topics, through a singular lens. It looks at them more in the manner of a kaleidoscope. The issues are tough, even dark, but when any sort of array is put under a kaleidoscope, the dancing image becomes beautiful. It is a very experimental piece of work, and, without any spoiler alerts, I found Act 3 to be a very imaginative, satisfying, even uplifting resolution. An “A” for effort, for breaking fresh ground, I recommend it. For a first crack out of the literary box - 5 stars.