This book is a gritty time machine into 1950s and 60s El Cajon, San Diego, Los Angeles, where urchins pelt a "little red Austin Healey" with loquats, panic at a floating turd in De Anza Cove, suffer a father's practical joke in "The Hotel Cecil," toss revenge eggs at houses and school, and relish in mostly hidden sexual energy.
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