Perhaps it’s entirely appropriate that their last name is Fang. For
Caleb and Camille are truly parasites—sucking the blood out of their
children, while using them primarily in the service of their art. “Kids
kill art,” the elder Fangs’ mentor once told them. Determined to prove
him wrong, Caleb and Camille incorporate Annie and Buster, their two
children, into their art—even referring to them as Child A and Child B,
mere props in the various performance art sketches they carry out.
The resultant harm Caleb and Camille inflict on their children is
venomous and destructive and the amazing thing about this debut novel is
that the full extent of it all creeps up on the reader insidiously.