Debra M. (dreamer) reviewed on 10/20/2005 + 380 more book reviews

He could have walked out on this earlier, could still walk. Rationality shrieked at him "Let it go, KIncaid, get back on the road. Shoot t6he bridges, go to India. Stop in Bangkok on hte way and look up the silk merchant's daughter who knows every ecstatic secret the old ways can teach. Swim naked with her at dawn in jungle pools and listen to her scream as you turn her inside out at twighlter. But the slow street tango had begun. Somewhere it played he could hear it and old accordion. It was far back or far ahead he couldn't be sure. Yet it moved toward him steadily. And the sound of it blurred his criteria and funneled his own alternatives toward unity.

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