From Publishers Weekly
TeBordo offers a twisted take on adolescent suburban life at the end of the 20th century in his third novel (after
The Conviction & Subsequent Life of Savior Neck;
Better Ways of Being Dead). An unnamed 12-year-old narrator details the summer after his mother's death, when, ignored by his grieving father, the boy develops a crush on the little bit older neighbor Maria and begins receiving spam e-mail sent from his dead mother's e-mail address. Soon, the narrator's inbox is flooded with offers from his dead mother for herbal remedies, pornography, prescription drugs and mortgages, and the boy and his father are buying every item that comes their way. As the summer progresses, the e-mails from his mother peter out and Maria suddenly stops coming over. Alone and facing an increasingly volatile father, the boy becomes fixated on the last message sent from his mother; his quest leads him to an electric carving knife and a potentially disastrous decision for him and his father. TeBordo's wit and minimalist prose carry the slow-starting novel, and sprinklings of wry humor keep the narrative from become too macabre. TeBordo has crafted an unsettling portrait of the dark undercurrents of youth and loss.
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TeBordo's nameless 12-year-old narrator is enduring the summer after his mother's death slightly better than his father, who, with or without a drink, passes out on the couch immediately after work every day. The boy merely stays up too late and responds to Net spam because he believes his mother is sending it. The slightly older neighbor girl, a budding artist, drops by, and the boy takes up art, at first because he expects she'll ask him to pose nude for her, which is why he also orders penis-enhancing drugs with Dad's credit card. But she moves away. Then his father buys into his delusion about the spam, and soon every day's mail contains a new gadget. The climax comes with an electric knife, by which time Dad has quite gone round the bend. But since the boy has said on page 2 that his father is dead, what precisely has happened, and whodunit? Creepy to the max and very sadly amusing, like nothing else so much as Bob Balaban's devastatingly ambiguous cannibalism flick, Parents. Olson, Ray