Review: And The Ass Saw The Angel by Nick Cave
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Review by Saint Euchrid
Don’t let my name fool you. I’m capable of writing an unbiased article on this…oh, w
ho am I fooling? I’m completely biased. I’m a raging Nick Cave fan. The man can do no wrong in my eyes and the same should go for you filthy ingrates as well.
And The Ass Saw The Angel is notorious for inciting feelings of annoyance, disgust, sympathy and even empathy. Euchrid Eucrow is a hunchbacked mute recounting his life story for us whilst sinking in a pit of quickmud. How he got there, that’s for me to know and you to find out by reading the frickin’ book. The story is set in Ukulore valley, Cave’s fictionalized, romanticized, fantasized and otherwise ‘ized’ vision of the American South - a place where years of continuous rain can only be stopped by the birth of a prostitute’s child. Euchrid is born to a family that far surpasses the boundaries of white trash. They’re ostracized by the townspeople (due to completely founded rumors of inbreeding) and live in a shack on the edge of town complete with a junkpile, a donkey and an empty water tower that Pa uses as an arena for the animals he traps.