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A tragically poignant tale of a couple's alcohol fueled depression, punctuated with intensity as they sense a deep emptiness in themselves and search for an escape. One feels both repulsion and sympathy for the couple as they spiral together deeper into the abyss, seemingly fueling each other's descent. Willeford's writing is vivid and affecting, taking digs against contemporary notions of love, American exceptionalism, religion and faith, mental health care and more but never getting distracted from telling a very gripping personal tale of self destruction. The twist at the very end was likely shocking in it's day, but to modern readers I think come across as more of a cheap gimmick.