The prestigious crap publisher commissioned me the covers for some of his books and this is the first that I made.
This is the tenth novel by John Cleester, an unknown in Italy but widely known in his neighborhood of San Diego, and is the story of the extraordinary life of his maternal grandmother told to him by his mother at death.
When, after a year, his mother telephoned him confessed that the matter of his death was only a joke, to which he had fallen there on time as in the other five previous times, he was the suspicion that the story of her grandmother was a big hoax, but now the book had been written and had already sold millions of copies.
Washington Post "A milestone in the stomach of American literature"
New York Times
"A book which is not easy to recover"
Vanity Fair
"Wow !
Mickey
"Gulp!"
Italian Cooking
"Burp!"
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