A very twisted novel about two children who grow up in a family with two parents who use them as objects in their "live art." They go to a mall and hand out fake coupons, then film what happens. It's so demented, so far gone, that when the father falls down in the supermarket and drops a jar of spaghetti, child B (they're child A and child B) thinks it's part of a "live art" episode and gets down and begins to lick up the spaghetti, glass and all. Very well written and compelling, but probably one of the most disturbing novels I've ever read. Women who put their daughters in beauty pageants have nothing on the Fangs.