Dashka Slater lived in Massachusetts and Oregon before settling in Oakland, California, where she is a reporter for the East Bay Express. Her poetry and nonfiction have appeared in a variety of magazines and journals. This is her first book. Debut author Slater commands a comic chatty world of magic, mostly of social mannerist sort, a masque of narrative verve. Sure we've told you nothing about her story and characters most of whom seem to shimmer more as people than as plot devices.
Slater takes constantly talking bunch of people and let's then invoke the secret panoplies of souls.
How the past is no explanation for either a self or an adequate vision of the future. This is a comic look at how people create themselves in conversations only to be converted by behavior into total surprises. Superman has been riding a wave of success in the years since the Beatles broke up and rock and roll wore itself out. One night, after a show in El Paso, he flies head-on into the adventure of his life. A fierce thunderstorm, an emergency landing in Mexico, and some mind-blowing dope send him thousands of miles off course to a perilous crash landing on a beautiful, mysterious tropical island a vision of Paradise, and, on the beach, a remarkable female apparition.