The story also brilliantly highlights the impossibility of inventing yourself artistically in a small town, through a series of small, but brilliant quips. The kids are hollow and interchangeable, like a lot of kids are, and are referred to as the profession of their fathers: the mechanic's son, the parole officer's son and so on.
A couple kids decide to dabble with music instruments without any sort of artistic drive and vision and end up being that corporate entity, being the house band at a hotel. THE HOUSE BAND FOR THE HOTEL CUERPO DE LA PAZ is another good one. The band is completely lost at gauging how they should balance their political crusade, their punk posturing and their music. COPAL BRANDT (R.) and tells the story of the war a local, self-destructive punk band waged to a politician. My favourite story of DEATH TO THE BULLSHIT ARTISTS OF SOUTH TEXAS, VOL. The range of effects this approach has on the reader goes from '' frustrating'' to '' enlightening'', depending on the story. Flores picks apart the protagonists of his stories. The tone is very hipster-ish: polite, but with a smirk, an amused distance from which Fernando A. Every story is told in a telegraphic, deadpan manner that's half-way between journalism and local folklore. I think there is only one dialogue in the entire book. 1 is kind of an inveterate iconoclast in its own way. I don't know why I had all these expectations, but it turned out to be a radically different affair, yet DEATH TO THE BULLSHIT ARTISTS OF SOUTH TEXAS, VOL. to be something very precise: a rebellious little book about broke musicians trying to make a living, that it would be funny and crass and that it would use a lot of cuss words. I was expectins DEATH TO THE BULLSHIT ARTISTS OF SOUTH TEXAS, VOL 1.
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It's not everybody who dabbles with art that becomes Paul McCartney or Francis Scott Fitzgerald.
It's a short story collection that's as interested in failure as it is in success. Flores is not exactly interested in the art, but in the budding artists in the process of discovering themselves. DEATH TO THE BULLSHIT ARTISTS OF SOUTH TEXAS, VOL. Of course, my reasons changed a little since then. I've started writing for the strangest reasons: because random people told me I was good at it, because I figured it would be something interesting to do after finishing school and because I read a lot and it triggered these visions I needed to get out of my system.
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