Why this book?
Shrake’s writing has less in common with his Texas contemporaries than it does with American novelists Ken Kesey, Charles Portis, and Kurt Vonnegut. This novel blasts off so hard it can be a bit hard for some readers to hang on in the beginning. But if you stay with it, and latch on to Shrake’s Dexedrine-fueled prose, you’ll be in for a hell of a ride. Strange Peaches isn’t just a great Texas novel, it’s one of the best (though woefully underappreciated) American novels of the Sixties.