In a world filled with sea lions that cuss like sailors, guilt-fueled phantoms who don't quite get it and a personal philosophy that everything will inevitably fall apart, nothing surprises Connor McKinley. Well.actually that sea lion thing did, but come on. Who could blame a fella for being surprised by that? But there is precious little time to be surprised by much more. On the run from his past, armed with little more than a keen vocabulary, a fear of sharks and a never ending stream of cultural references, Connor spends his days hiding in plain sight at the Shady Palms Hotel. Hoping no one will find him out. But at what cost?
I haven't read the full collection yet, in this, another masterful strike at those prepared to declare the art of short story telling in decline, but from those already experienced it is easay to tell that this edition will build upon the foundation laid by Damaged Goods,so beware dear reader the lost moment, the idle hour; Rob Callahan will draw them out until page by page you have forgotten there existed a time and place in which you could put books down.
The author is someone I know personally. This makes any review I might write null and void. If I didn't know him, of course, I'd say the beginning looks a bit like he ate too much Anne Rice for lunch, but by the end of the book he caught on to the Poppy Z. Brite.