A review by bibliocyclist
The Clock Without a Face by Scott Teplin, Gus Twintig

3.0

I will admit here that my girth imbued the journey across the apartment with a certain element of hazard.

I am a master of the discreet harumph.

I can change pigs into pants. Firewood into laughter. Emeralds to eyeballs.

I paused to enjoy the image. A gorilla with a walking stick, and perhaps a top hat and a monocle--probably attending the theater!