I throw my muscles into the bicycle.
In a novel told by an unnamed and cosmopolitan narrator, often to the rhythm of couplets, Berberian links the pornography of food to the asceticism of violence. The protagonist's macaroni macaronics conceal deep scars and strident moral dilemmas.Perhaps most mature in its presentation of lives shattered beyond reconstitution. For those who are alienated into the Academy, solutions are makeshift and the sense of peace tenuous.