A Stranger to Strange Fruit
This novel is a satire. In Elfwood, which is very, very white, pseudo-liberal, Billy believes any kind of ethnic entrenchment, black or Latino, would become like an invasion of the soul snatchers. As an artist, as someone who grew up in a foster home for old ladies run like a whorehouse by his cruel father, he struggles to assure hypocrites are punished, where he discovers his own hypocrisy about his obsession over the beauty of women.
“Whatever triumph, however small, should be celebrated against being bipolar.”
About The Author
I am who I never thought I would be. I have been a disciple of moveable spirituality and fiction. From Christianity to Buddhism to Native American mysticism, from Tupac to Stravinsky, from Voltaire to Hesse, I embrace whatever inspires me. I have been more dedicated to the love of writing rather than romance. What matters most is that I am here; finally 70, and fortunate to have a stronger sense of humor, a Husky as a great companion, and to have survived and conquered being bipolar for 50 years.