by Benjamin Drevlow Joe Vasquez When Johnny Cash died I pretended Johnny Cash was my father and my father, like Johnny Cash, was finally dead so I could finally forgive him all the ways that he’d been mean and dismissive to me and how I’d been worthless to him, the youngest of three boys, the mama’s boy, how I didn’t know a crescent wrench from a phillips head, didn’t know patience for boredom, my father finally dead to me because in boredom I had imagination and in my imagin

Bill Fairs The Book of Rusty by Benjamin Drevlow, Cowboy Jamboree Press, 2022 Reviewed by Scott Neuffer Well, I’m not a Jack Mormon. I’m an apostate, which is different. Seeing Benjamin Drevlow’s 2022 novel of sorts, The Book of Rusty, formatted like The Book of Mormon is fun. It is fun because Rusty is a miscreant with no wisdom to impart. He is a pervert. He is highly offensive. In fact, I’m not sure I like Rusty. He wallows in the tragedy of his brother’s suicide. He has a