"Beauty costs just like everything else, only there ai't no price tag....". This extraordinary unflinching, first novel bares the lives of a handful of women working gas beauticians and nail technicians in a Virginia Navy town. Unwed, uneducated, over the hip at 19, living at close quarters with stingy handfisted reality, those are women whose defenses are only as deep as their flamingo-pink goo and peroxide rinse; whose faith is in all love songs. Yet in a story tangled with love affairs and ambitions and the search for true romance and picture-perfect beauty, they are revealed as the heroines of a tainted American dream. Writing with the direct, often disturbing clarity that marks the best southern fiction, J. K. Klavans envelops us in, and then hallows, the world of cheap and the sordid, the plastic ivy, the topless bar, and the unfailing hope that underlies it all. The author writes in an often harsh style that is sometimes reminiscent of Flannery O'Connor's
"Beauty costs just like everything else, only there ai't no price tag....". This extraordinary unflinching, first novel bares the lives of a handful of women working gas beauticians and nail technicians in a Virginia Navy town. Unwed, uneducated, over the hip at 19, living at close quarters with stingy handfisted reality, those are women whose defenses are only as deep as their flamingo-pink goo and peroxide rinse; whose faith is in all love songs. Yet in a story tangled with love affairs and ambitions and the search for true romance and picture-perfect beauty, they are revealed as the heroines of a tainted American dream. Writing with the direct, often disturbing clarity that marks the best southern fiction, J. K. Klavans envelops us in, and then hallows, the world of cheap and the sordid, the plastic ivy, the topless bar, and the unfailing hope that underlies it all. The author writes in an often harsh style that is sometimes reminiscent of Flannery O'Connor's