Genghis, CONN., (Paperback)

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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.
Just enough violence.
WAY too much profanity.
And a dog!

SLIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD:

After his children are killed in a car accident, an already troubled man finally breaks loose and launches himself on an odyssey across the United States, leaving wreckage in one form or another at every stop he makes.

On a months long trek that starts in the Northeast and ends in a diner in Arizona, Jarvis Davenport scorches his way across state after state in an ever accelerating booze-soaked, cocaine-fuelled frenzy. Whether it's a jilted waitress, a bloodied software salesman, gangsters in a shot up trap house, or a lonely housewife that couldn't say no, Jarvis is remembered at every stop he makes.

When he accepts a ride through the desert with a seemingly stable truck driver, Jarvis' travels take a hard turn from adventure to horror. Escaping with his life, he continues westward and hunkers down in a seedy motel not only with his own demons, but also with the ones he thought he'd left behind in the badlands.

His final stand is not a quiet one.
Finding himself in the rifle-sights of law enforcement snipers, as well as under the simultaneous scrutiny and reverence of people across the nation, Jarvis' odyssey comes to an end.

When the backlash settles, he's able to make his way back to his childhood home and start it all again. A new life, propelled by hope and void of the mistakes of his past, lies ahead of him.

The only question is whether or not his demons followed.