The End , a riotous, sex-stuffed novel by Torres, which takes Technicolor pleasure in detailing the deaths of five incorrigible old beach bums of the Bossa Nova generation.
Her five men, whom she kills off in reverse chronology, are 'united by male allegiance, women, and the beach, in that order'.
With America undergoing a mass reckoning with male sexuality, a novel like this feels both taboo and gleeful, a guilty kind of reprieve.
--Hermione Hoby, The New Yorke.