When FBI agent Ryan Lucas is framed for murder, he meets four people in prison who pull him into the middle of a globe-trotting, multi-generational treasure hunt. He must adapt quickly in order to survive this story of crime, mystery, absurdity, deception, poker, life, and several other things.
Witty, sardonic, and sophomoric— young author Cole Failing should begin to think about legally changing his last name to “Winning” if his next literary effort is even half as good as his first. A star is born here, and I’m not talking about the nuclei of light elements being squeezed with enough pressure to undergo fusion. I’m talking closer to the Bradley Cooper/Lady Gaga sense of star-birth. I couldn’t bring myself to put this book down, mostly because the author physically duct taped my hands to it after he signed my copy. Absurd and often times laugh-out-loud hilarious, After All feels like a warm, Douglas Adams inspired MacGuffin-fest that harkens back to the adventure stories we loved growing up. And in no way is Failing any sort of Adams imitator— this first novel feels fresh, fleshed-out, and drips with individuality that uses familiar and played-out plot elements to its advantage. There is a clear, new voice here, and it’s fantastic. Suffers obviously at times from the minutia of formatting and occasional editing mistakes that any self-published work does, but this in no way affects the story at large. A very, very solid literary effort from someone so young. Get this man a book deal! Get him two, for Christ’s sake! If you’re a fan of the prison industrial complex, architecture, pirates, nicknames that you can’t get rid of, low-speed chases, piss-smuggling, the moon, ancient artifacts, not using guns, pillow fort building, the shady dealings of the U.S. government, murder on trains, things related tangentially, juggling, secret societies, bets that cost a dollar, or raisins— this book is for you. Yet another reason I’ve thanked whatever God I believe in that I’m not allergic to shellfish.