A hellish report of postmodern schizophrenia.... Tijuana Bebop is not a novel so much as it's a series of short stories that tie together to portray the hell-hole that was mid-1990's Tijuana, Mexico. Blasini's travelogue brings you deep into an exotic land you've never visited before. Rare is the book which leaves one so disoriented and raw-nerved. An excruciatingly penetrating vision of the total dregs; a narrative of self-delusion, rough trade, addiction, meaningless sex, and the truly devastating absence of love. A phenomenal work of art that's raw, revolting, and insidious. The author never seems to slant toward exploitation or pulp and strangely enough, in spite of the godawful hopeless hate-filled inhabitants that populate his writing, seems to attain some sort of real and desperate heart. Obliteratingly bitter and deathly demoralizing, Blasini's vision is positively apocalyptic, but only in the most frighteningly believable terms.