...you know what? In terms of trippy, oddball, leveraging of surf-related nuance in a post-modern, quasi-crime novel, Mr. Kang schooled the old recluse in spades. All the tarnished gumshoe idealism in tact and then some. Performance fleece, intrigue, murder...and what's that? Chris Isaak? Really? Yeah, really. Forget about it. But there's no way I can forget this debut. A modern hipster's Chinatown...or should I say, Koreantown? Outrageously funny in the blackest sense with a dervishing cast of characters. Wicked smart. Look for it.
Onward.