Just like Hitler.
I ain’t got nuffin’ ‘gainst Hitler. Monster like me. That’s what yawl made me. You fear me and you want to fuck me. Ain’t that why you got all hotted up about the fims was shot of the tribe orgies?
Where the fims at, Coyote? How can I get my doggy paws on ‘em? How can I slobber all over them with my forked tongue?
—from Jesus Coyote by Harold Jaffe
I ain’t got nuffin’ ‘gainst Hitler. Monster like me. That’s what yawl made me. You fear me and you want to fuck me. Ain’t that why you got all hotted up about the fims was shot of the tribe orgies?
Where the fims at, Coyote? How can I get my doggy paws on ‘em? How can I slobber all over them with my forked tongue?
—from Jesus Coyote by Harold Jaffe
Harold Jaffe’s blistering new novel, JESUS COYOTE (Raw Dog Screaming Press), re-imagines the Manson murders and the myths surrounding the guru at their core. This “docufiction” is Surreality TV—experimental, satirical, poetic, shocking, and on the mark.
Jaffe’s vision is like a transcript discovered at a crime scene.
