West of Rome's two novellas, "My Dog Stupid" and "The Orgy," fulfill the
promise of their rousing titles. The latter novella opens with virtuoso
description: "His name was Frank Gagliano, and he did not believe in
God. He was that most singular and startling craftsman of the building
trade-a left-handed bricklayer. Like my father, Frank came from Torcella
Peligna, a cliff-hugging town in the Abruzzi. Lean as a spider, he wore
a leather cap and puttees the year around, and he was so bowlegged a dog
could lope between his knees without touching them."