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A Newish Thing
About three years ago, I stopped writing a novel because it felt ridiculous, even for fiction.
It has mostly come true.
It’s a sort of a dark comedy thriller set in an alternate dystopian future in which conspiracy theories have become the lingua franca and people will believe anything. The protagonist is a hapless asshole, based on me, who changed history a tiny bit. For one, Donald Trump is no longer president. There are other topical cameos and a lot of sex talk.
Anyway, I've decided to put some of it out there, as an e-booklet. The Next One is on iBooks and my link text Amazon for 99c, but you can download it for the low cost of nothing here. The password is opengoddamit. I'll be leaving ing the link up through Friday, or until I remember to take it down.
If you like it, pass it on.
If you don’t like it, pass it on to someone else who won’t like it.
If you don’t read it, pass it on to someone over the age of 17.
Please keep your death threats to 25 words or less.
Here’s the cover and stuff
Jack Daws, disgraced CIA agent, terrible writer, committed drunk and flagging degenerate, is back. Thirteen years after his awful first novel, The God Complex , sold 97 million copies and either predicted or inspired the assassination of a president-elect, Daws has delivered an even worse sequel.
His publisher couldn't be more delighted:
ALEX ANGEL, the kick-ass one-armed nun, is BACK! A dozen years after her first thrilling, sexy adventure in the mega-blockbusting God Complex, the sister assassin returns to battle an all-new evil Pope and his monk minions and uncover a sacred secret that will bring about Armageddon, or worse. God's Blood, out in time for Christmas.
One complication: Daws' fans keep trying to kill him. Or the CIA is trying to kill him and make it look like his fans killed him. Or his fans are trying to kill him and make it look like the CIA killed him trying to make it look like his fans were killing him.
That is, if Daws doesn't kill himself first.
Welcome to 2018, where reality is optional, fiction is nonfiction, where what could go wrong went wrong, a living underworld of steamy Octobers, endless garbage strikes, black market erectile dysfunction drugs, seven different kinds of terrorists, Seth McFarlane on Broadway — as you feared, only a little worse.
This 25,000-word excerpt — frenetic, filthy, with anger issues — begins a work-in-progress the author should have finished by now.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/2bscvtbkw3b...
It has mostly come true.
It’s a sort of a dark comedy thriller set in an alternate dystopian future in which conspiracy theories have become the lingua franca and people will believe anything. The protagonist is a hapless asshole, based on me, who changed history a tiny bit. For one, Donald Trump is no longer president. There are other topical cameos and a lot of sex talk.
Anyway, I've decided to put some of it out there, as an e-booklet. The Next One is on iBooks and my link text Amazon for 99c, but you can download it for the low cost of nothing here. The password is opengoddamit. I'll be leaving ing the link up through Friday, or until I remember to take it down.
If you like it, pass it on.
If you don’t like it, pass it on to someone else who won’t like it.
If you don’t read it, pass it on to someone over the age of 17.
Please keep your death threats to 25 words or less.
Here’s the cover and stuff
Jack Daws, disgraced CIA agent, terrible writer, committed drunk and flagging degenerate, is back. Thirteen years after his awful first novel, The God Complex , sold 97 million copies and either predicted or inspired the assassination of a president-elect, Daws has delivered an even worse sequel.
His publisher couldn't be more delighted:
ALEX ANGEL, the kick-ass one-armed nun, is BACK! A dozen years after her first thrilling, sexy adventure in the mega-blockbusting God Complex, the sister assassin returns to battle an all-new evil Pope and his monk minions and uncover a sacred secret that will bring about Armageddon, or worse. God's Blood, out in time for Christmas.
One complication: Daws' fans keep trying to kill him. Or the CIA is trying to kill him and make it look like his fans killed him. Or his fans are trying to kill him and make it look like the CIA killed him trying to make it look like his fans were killing him.
That is, if Daws doesn't kill himself first.
Welcome to 2018, where reality is optional, fiction is nonfiction, where what could go wrong went wrong, a living underworld of steamy Octobers, endless garbage strikes, black market erectile dysfunction drugs, seven different kinds of terrorists, Seth McFarlane on Broadway — as you feared, only a little worse.
This 25,000-word excerpt — frenetic, filthy, with anger issues — begins a work-in-progress the author should have finished by now.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/2bscvtbkw3b...
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