Gerald Stern writes, "For my money, our true poets begin their poems in the place 'past weeping.' That is where Richard Katrovas is, sometimes fuming, sometimes singing and dancing. Through his poems we are able to see a ruin we hardly knew was there."
Substitute the word "fiction" for "poems" and you have an apt description of Mystic Pig, which at its heart holds the essence of a strange, epic poem, marked for destruction upon the poet's death.
Acclaimed poet Richard Katrovas's first novel captures the smells and flavors of the French Quarter-the sweet, the succulent, the rotting, the exotic, the sublime. Shrimp peelings and crawfish étouffée; fine brandy savored and daiquiri-filled go-cups guzzled; chicory coffee and overripe mangoes and Oysters Rockefeller.
This is a novel about sex and sexuality and race and madness and violence and fine dining. Not necessarily in that order.
