In a manner reminiscent of Boyle and DeLillo, Andrew Geyer's Dixie Fish is a tale of bliss gone awry. Walt Whitman Woodcock's part-time job in a fried fish restaurant devolves into a personal descent into hell-one brimming with deceit, betrayal, and a host of unrepentant sinners. Geyer documents it like a modern Vergil passing through the Inferno.
