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Genghis, CONN.

Genghis, CONN.

Paperback

Mystery & ThrillerClassic Fiction

ISBN13: 9798333609472
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Jul 20 2024
Pages: 222
Weight: 0.67
Height: 0.47 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
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** RED ALERT FOR LANGUAGE AND CONTENT **
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No map.
No rules.
No strings attached.

Welcome to the chaotic world of Genghis, CONN. From the opening line of the first chapter, you'll wonder what you've gotten yourself into.

Watch Jarvis Davenport blow past the speed limit on a relentless, coast-to-coast bender fueled by open highways and no-regrets encounters. For Jarvis, the road is the only escape, and the local motels are just pit stops for a little temporary distraction. It's a wild, fast-moving road novel that proves when you are in total freefall, the worst thing you can do... is look back.

Raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically brutal, Genghis, Conn. is not your average road novel. It's a shot of Bushmills chased with blood, sweat, and the psychic bile of a man completely unmoored. Steven Michael Nudds has crafted an unflinching portrait of a man in total collapse-and the firestorm he leaves in his wake. Told through the scorched perspective of Jarvis Davenport, a grief-ravaged father turned nihilistic drifter, this novel reads like the unholy offspring of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, American Psycho, and The Catcher in the Rye-if Holden had a flask in one hand and a loaded pistol in the other. The prose is rich, blistering, and fearless. Nudds swings hard, drawing blood in every chapter. Jarvis isn't a man to root for-he's a man to fear, to pity, to study like a terrible car crash you can't look away from. He is trauma in motion, burning through America's underbelly like a fever. But beneath the carnage, there's poetry-dark and bruised-but poetry nonetheless. Nostalgia battles rage, regret dances with addiction, and childhood ghosts whisper between bursts of madness. The opening monologue alone is a clinic in self-loathing masquerading as insight-compelling, deeply human, and deeply damaged. This book will not be for everyone. It warns you before page one, and it means it. But for readers who crave fiction that slices deep, who are tired of safe, predictable narratives, Genghis, Conn. offers a dangerous, unforgettable ride. The question isn't whether Jarvis finds redemption-it's whether we, as readers, are brave enough to follow him into the abyss to look for it.

A bunch of sex.

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