An exotic Berlin night club is the setting for a spellbinding evening of murder, betrayal, and ghostly decadence from which the narrator emerges as a shocking, vividly sensual dream
William Kotzwinkle is a two-time recipient of the National Magazine Award for Fiction, a winner of the World Fantasy Award, the Prix Litteraire des Bouquinistes des Quais de Paris, the PETA Award for Children's Books, and a Book Critics Circle award nominee. His work has been translated into dozens of languages.
This odd work looks a lot like an adult book crafted in the style of children's books: few words and lots of pictures. What it really is is a poem about . . . well, I won't say. That would be telling. Kotzwinkle's words are much like the drawings of Joe Servello that accompany them: shady, dreamy, and gray. I enjoyed the book, but at the end I was still hungry. I would like to read more stories of this nameless protagonist and see how his life after his experiences herein was shaped. Did he take heed from the lesson or not? We may never know.