"In American Busboy, a wry anti-mythology, the anti-hero busboy in an anonymous Clam Shack! tangles with the monotonous delirium of work, the indignities and poor pay of unskilled labor, the capricious deus ex machina of mean-spirited middle management, the zombified consumption of summer tourists, while jostling for the goddess-like attentions of waitresses and hostesses-all battered up in sizzlingly crisp wit and language, and deep-fried in a shiny glaze of surrealism." -Lee Ann Roripaugh
