A clear, beautiful, outrageously funny story about a Boston Irishman's love for the most spectacular Yankee murderess since Lizzie Borden: Althea Stanton. As X.J. Muldoon goes off on an unforgettable sexual and spiritual journey through Boston, it becomes the telling of a cosmic event "no less significant than the Crucifixion: the divorce of Adam and Eve within our souls."
This was a book published by one of fiction teachers in college. I bought it while taking the class but never read it. I also liked the title because that's one of my favorite Grateful Dead songs.