A Dozen Lemons In Autotropolis

This poetry collection brings to mind Nathanael West's novella Day of the Locust. It examines the sun-baked denizens of Hollywood with all their posturing, their sound and fury--all amounting to nothing. This is a world of sad ciphers; ready to make a deal, do lunch, and who never really connect to anything remotely human. Flynn writes with humor, irony and empathy about this strange milieu.