Angel

by Alex Kurtagic

A lovelorn university student with a poetical disposition, Angel fails at being a man. In fact, he fails at being a human, unable to perform even the most basic of tasks without some mishap. Thousands of miles away is his beloved damsel, an American he met in London during the Spring—an elegant, traditional girl from a wealthy family. Deeply impoverished, he is forced to take a rude job to execute his design of visiting her during the Christmas break. Their reunion is to be a momentous occasion, a romantic collision of singular import, a fulfilment of cosmic proportions. Alas, early in the term he learns via social media that she has fallen under the nefarious, corrupting influences of poisonous new friends at her university, and as the weeks pass, her gradual transformation, physical and mental, becomes ever more distressing. He must reach her before it is too late! But the pennies seem maddeningly elusive, and along the way appear all manner of reverses and impediments. Not least because his is a brutal world of brawling thugs, rabid protesters, loan sharks, exploitative employers, hysterical students, pranking handymen, brick-wall administrators, impatient women, and much worse. Moreover, behind this tableau, subterranean forces are moving that will dramatically alter his life, but Angel is so focused on his quest that he is missing important clues. If he would only turn to look . . .

855 pages, Kindle Edition

First published December 29, 2022

About the author

Alex Kurtagic is not a New York Times best-selling author and has never appeared on the Sunday Times Best Seller list. He has not published numerous books nor sold sixty-eight million copies worldwide-and he is yet to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. He does live in a region where the sky is always grey or black, and where it rains almost every day of the year. For no good reason, his prose remains untranslated in 170 languages.

Reviews

[Otetsi I · Rating 1 out of 5]

Reactionary wet dream written by an individual who appears to be teetering on the edge of psychopathy. 1008 pages of literal slop