Andrew Wice might seem like a typical young novelist: footloose from Pittsburg to Florida, Manhattan, Colorado and other such spots working as a bartender, including the infamous Mineshaft Tavern in New Mexico.
But are all of them haiku fanatics (to the point of naming their dog after the Japanese master Sora? And nominated for a Pushcart Award for their syllabic poems? Did they work as a Senate page during the first Gulf war?
That very dog led Andrew to his current home in Madrid, New Mexico, Where he has become quite Westernized and extremely aware of the water crunch and chicanery that reminds readers of both John Nichols' "Milagro" books and the current MidEast stituation in which the same militant approach to oil shortage produced another desert shootout.
