"Coalville is on fire--from below. The old mines are burning, and everyone has poison gas in their brain. Maybe that's why the town is so corrupt. Now that he's a Benedictine monk, Tommy Martini never wants to see the place again--hell-raisers there hold a grudge till they die, and he's on their wish list. But a girl he once loved has gone missing, and his best friend from childhood has been murdered. Among the living is a shy girl from Tommy's past, who wants to help. Together, they learn the secret of the elephant's graveyard, and it's not in Africa. At the heart of Coalville is Parade Square, with plenty of pigeons, drugs, and child prostitution. It's the new small-town America, where Dionysus is dancing once again. William Kotzwinkle's insight into this paradigm shift is shot through with the humor he is famous for, and the result is a spicy brew, a bloody martini--just one sip may keep you up all night"--Dust jacket flap.