A review by pwbalto
Scowler by Daniel Kraus

5.0

I love the bright, dust-moted haze that Daniel Kraus seems to write in. I don't know how he does it, but it goes like this: as the extraordinary plot of a Daniel Kraus novel unfolds, complete with meteors or graverobbing, grievous injury, drugs, and insane people, our belief is never strained. The mood is numbed and nightmare-y, but with clear beautiful details and textures (lots of texture). You can't tell anyone what the book was about, just like you can't tell people what your dream was about, or else they'll think you're badly weird, or want to sleep with them.