The third book, out in December... adoringly reviewd by 'no less than' John Waters, Bono and Hubert Selby!
"Unlike his crew of elusively gendered hustler-junkies and their pets, the narrator of 'Harold's End' is nameless, a boy vigilantly protective of his emotions. When Larry, a self-described 'homme d'affaires' shows up on the block and ingratiates himself with its mistrustful inhabitants ("We scan him for signs-outreach or vice.") by handing out clean needles and treats for the animals, LeRoy's narrator feigns indifference; but when Larry announces there's something for him, too, he can't resist. 'Maybe it's something I want or something I can sell,' he tells himself.
"That something is a snail. Not just any snail, mind you, but 'a descendant of the first snails brought to the Bay Area by the French in the 19th century.' Christened 'Harold,' the snail happily munches on Larry's organic mesclun as the trio's relationships unfold through LeRoy's rich language until a final sad mishap in a residential hotel dumpster provokes the defiant climax to Harold's End."