Absolutely haunting, addictive and baffling. I will now describe why, but wonder if it has the same effect on people who don't share my experiences in just such a book's setting.
What Russo has encapsulated here is the wordless sense of security and unconscious insularity, which is, miraculously, all at once combined with wordly understanding and maturity in some post-industrial underclass of upstate New York.
You are waltzed into a thriving empty tenement and cemented in place, because here in this early book, Russo has the most efficient grace in describing the freedom of manhood at the bottom of a broken pyramid.
I felt a strong and constant physical need to finish this book any time I put it down.