Through the Windshield (DeCapite)

This is a rediscovered Cleveland classic – part poetry, part prose, part, I suspect autobiography. This is the story of Danny, a gambler, a cab driver, a shift worker, a friend trying to make a life. He has a good (older) friend, Ed, and a whole catalogĀ of characters in his life, a life in which he constantly needs five bucks for gas, a life that grows less satisfying as he ages.

DeCapite is an original writer. The chapters are sometimes plot, sometimes observational. The story is hardly linear, which is right, because Danny isn’t going anywhere.

I recommend this; you haven’t read anything like it.

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