BENEATH THE COYOTE HILLS
Fiction BENEATH THE COYOTE HILLS By William Luvaas 238 pp. Spuyten Duyvil Reviewed by David E. Hoekenga, M.D. Our hero is a writer named Thomas Aristophanus, and he has “spells.” Tommy lives in an olive grove outside the town of Hamlet, a scrappy burg in the high desert of Southern California. It is a down-at-the heels community peopled by social security retirees living in run-down trailers inherited from former retirees who died in them, ex-cons and sexual predators, evangelical shouters (a church on every corner) , recyclable collectors, and nutcase old farts tooting around in golf carts decked out with American flags. Diabetic tubbies trip out of Walmart pushing shopping carts full of cheap carbs and gizmos from China. How can they afford all that shit? Gun nuts blast holes in the mudstone cliffs in the wash below my place or take aim at the cross atop the ‘The First Church of the One True Christ,’ modeled on the Crystal Cathedral in Garden Grove. They dodged through the sageb...