Chopped Cheese and Pure Evil: On Alcy Leyva’s ‘And Then There Were Crows’
When I seek lonely women in literature, I usually find them flocked by too many perfectly un-fun creeps. You know what I mean: those lonely boys who trail behind the lonely women to make it clear that true love with an equally lonely person is the cure for all ills. It usually works out so that a quirky, lonely woman finds her complementary quirky dude partner and a happy ending ensues. ’s novel succeeds at giving us a very weird, super isolated, lonely woman protagonist
