(By: Celviano)
No weird cults in this one - the title is a satirical reference to the main character\'s profession of used-car salesman - instead, you get the tale of a nihilistic sociopath who doesn\'t care who he tramples as he moves through a keenly detailed period San Francisco. Willeford has created one of the bleakest portraits of masculinity to ever be wrapped between the covers of a pulp and, if you have the stomach for it, it\'s a hell of a ride.
