"Pop 1280" is so full of paradoxes that it probably shouldn't work at all. It is beautiful yet brutal, poetic yet profane, hilarious yet horrifying. It deserves to be ranked among the great literary masterpieces of the American south. It is funnier than Eudora Welty's "Ponder Heart" or "The Robber Bridegroom," more depraved than Faulkner's "Sanctuary," and every bit as gripping as "To Kill A Mockingbird." Narrator/protagonist Nick Corey possesses as original and interesting a voice as Ignatius J. Reilley or Nick Carroway. Corey is a liar, a cheat, a glutton, an adulterer, a murderer, and a politician -- all the things we decent folk despise most -- but he is also a marvellously entertaining storyteller. Corey is as vile and repellent as Atticus Finch is good and decent, but I'd be hardpressed to say which one I'd rather sit and listen to for a couple of hours.