Man, is it just me or does Sotos become more of a bore in each following book? I was intrigued by the persona of D'Agata and enjoyed the interviews contained in Desistance, but, after pasting a number of Q & A's with the guy, Sotos goes on to lead us by the cock and balls once again through the same darkened quarters, down the same scummy alleyways, through the same faggot joints that we've been through dozens of times. We even meet up once more with our old pals Dylan and Shasta Groene and their captor Jet from "Home."
And Sotos just rambles and rambles and rambles, prattling on about this and that; this cock, that faggot, this paedo, that child, this nigger, that street trash.