BOOKS BY G.F. MCHALE-SCULLY

 PUKE POETRY (1981)

QUINCEAÑERA (1983)
EL CABRÓN (1985)
PEARS & PLUMS (1987)
DIARRHEA (1990)
THE WORLD'S MOST DESPICABLE MAN (1992)
THE TEMPTATIONS OF TOMMY TAMUALIPAS (1994)
THE TRANSGRESSIONS OF TOMMY TAMAULIPAS (1997)
THE TRIBULATIONS OF TOMMY TAMAULIPAS (1999)
AAAHHHHH!!!!! (2000)
BOYSTOWN (2003)
THE SEASON THEY FORGOT VIETNAM (2005)
EL GABACHO (2008)
DAD'S DEAD (2009)
NEITHER HERE NOR THERE (2010)
O VENERABLE ONE (2011)
GUATEMALA (2013)
BURIED IN BROWNSVILLE (2015)
MY TEEMING BRAIN (2017)
MOTHER TRUMPS TRUMP (2018)
SOCRATES EXAMINES EXISTENCE (2019)
NOVELS ONLY NEED TITLES (2021)
TRUMP THE TERRIBLE (2021)
BAUDELAIRE, BUKOWSKI & BREWSKIES (2023)
OLGA (2026)


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