"Often gripping, sometimes blackly funny in a squalid way, this will remind readers of Russell Hoban's Ridley Walker (1980) and other tales of post-apocalyptic devastation. (Fiction. 13-15)"
Envisioning a nightmarish future in which children deemed small or otherwise defective are worked to death breaking rocks, and the constant rain is so acid it raises blisters, Rapp (Buffalo Tree, 1997) crafts another lurid shocker.
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