Dooney’s Cafe – Brian Fawcett
Brian Brett’s Coyote, which he spent most of fourteen years assembling, demands very careful attention from its readers, because on the surface, it is a muddle. The muddle isn’t the kind the majority of novels published today are—silly stories written by navel-gazing formula-riders who have no deeper motivation than to simply produce a novel, make some money, propagandize their sense of ethnic or preferential identity or aggrievement, self-express, and get famous. This is a novel muddled …