Fiction. Poetry. Cross-Genre. Slim, but with as many wildly disparate imaginative scenes and situations as a massive Pynchon novel--miners, polar bears, insurgents sweeping the desert in Toyota pickups, a detective on the trail of illegal fur traders, Venus Williams' deconstructed forehand, wild horses, blooming chrysanthemums, tadpoles eating corpses in the Euphrates, and so much more--Leslie Scalapino's FLOATS HORSE-FLOATS OR HORSE-FLOWS is a startlingly...