It sprawls across a stinking artificial sea, across the deserts, date groves, and labor camps of southeastern California, right across the Mexican border. For generations of migrant workers, from Okies fleeing the Dust Bowl of the 1930s to Mexican laborers today, Imperial County has held the promise of paradise - and the reality of hell...In Imperial, award-winning writer William T. Vollmann takes us deep into the heart of this haunted region, and by extension into the dark soul of American imperialism.
Certain parts of this action sounds like Pedro Paramo's Comala. I might just have to show up at said bookstore with one of those casino cruzeros loaded with familia and homies in case stuff starts getting silly with Mr. Vollmann's depictions.
First of all, the book should have been called Impe, not Imperial.