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too bad ken layne was so busy writing his novels and getting them published and finding a fiance and traveling the world and getting innerviewed and throwing fourth of july parties on the grounds of his hollywood hills manor.

for if he hadn't perhaps he would have had time to pick up Lynda Barry's Cruddy. and then he would have finally found a single worthwhile novel written by an American in at least 10 years.

it's now even in paperback.