by Wesley Gibson
Chelsea Station Editions. 185 pages, $16.
“THAT WAS ALL he knew: what he was not. It seemed like perilous knowledge, and for years afterwards it would be.” These are the last words of the book under review—admittedly an odd way to begin a critique of this kind, but a fitting way to introduce Personal Saviors, a novel that skirts and subverts the norms at every turn.