“Cheerfully disregarding a lot of the true-crime particulars, Ruizpalacios has fashioned a slippery meditation on questions of ownership, heritage and history as plunder. He’s got a gift for writing a certain breed of over-educated and under-motivated young male suffering from a surly disaffection that’ll feel awfully familiar to fellow Gen Xers.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 11/01/2018