This searing, extraordinarily evocative narrative opens with a man in his house at dawn, surrounded by aspens, coyotes cackling in the distance as he quietly navigates the distance between present and past. As memory overtakes him, he sees the bygone America of his childhood: the farmland and the feedlots, the railyards and the diners and, most hauntingly, his father s young girlfriend, with whom he also became involved, setting into motion a tragedy that has stayed with him. His complex interiority is filtered through views of mountains and deserts as he drives across the country, propelled by Benzedrine, rock and roll, and a restlessness born out of exile. The rhythms of theater, the language of poetry, and a flinty humor combine in this stunning meditation on the nature of experience, at once celebratory, surreal, poignant, and unforgettable.
Richly complex. . . . Minutely observed. . . . A sharp-eyed distillation of the themes that have preoccupied him throughout his career. The New York Times
A writer who has already established himself as an essential modern American playwright. . . . Compelling. . . . Magnetic. Chicago Tribune
[The narrator] seeks authenticity, even as he creates art and artifice as a métier. Masculinity and its perils, the primitive drama of sibling and father-son rivalry, are the wellsprings of Shepard s work. The New York Times Book Review
Moving . . . [Shepard is] remarkably successful at rendering his long career of storytelling in relief. Santa Fe New Mexican
Shepard is a master of conflicting emotions and haunting regrets, and graced with a forward by Patti Smith this is a ravishing tale of deep-dark cosmic humor, complex tragedy, and self-inflicted exile. Booklist (starred review)
Meditative and valedictory. . . . Since this is Shepard, the protagonist is riding a sharp and polished knife s edge as he muses. . . . Memories of his father, especially during wartime; of his father s girlfriend, with whom he also became involved (with tragic consequences); and of the vibrant American landscape inform the narrative. Library Journal
Vivid. . . . Following a poignant foreword by Patti Smith, each successive chapter of the novel flits among times and forms. . . . Striking and memorable, illustrative of what makes Shepard s work so arresting on the screen and the page. Publishers Weekly
An elegiac amble through blowing dust and greasy spoons, the soundtrack the whine of truck engines and the howl of coyotes. . . . At turns, Shepard s story morphs from novel, with recurring characters and structured narrative, into prose poem, with lysergic flashes of brilliance and amphetamine stutters. . . . Atmospheric and precisely observed, very much of a piece with Shepard s other work. Kirkus Reviews
A writer who has already established himself as an essential modern American playwright. . . . Compelling. . . . Magnetic. Chicago Tribune
[The narrator] seeks authenticity, even as he creates art and artifice as a métier. Masculinity and its perils, the primitive drama of sibling and father-son rivalry, are the wellsprings of Shepard s work. The New York Times Book Review
Moving . . . [Shepard is] remarkably successful at rendering his long career of storytelling in relief. Santa Fe New Mexican
Shepard is a master of conflicting emotions and haunting regrets, and graced with a forward by Patti Smith this is a ravishing tale of deep-dark cosmic humor, complex tragedy, and self-inflicted exile. Booklist (starred review)
Meditative and valedictory. . . . Since this is Shepard, the protagonist is riding a sharp and polished knife s edge as he muses. . . . Memories of his father, especially during wartime; of his father s girlfriend, with whom he also became involved (with tragic consequences); and of the vibrant American landscape inform the narrative. Library Journal
Vivid. . . . Following a poignant foreword by Patti Smith, each successive chapter of the novel flits among times and forms. . . . Striking and memorable, illustrative of what makes Shepard s work so arresting on the screen and the page. Publishers Weekly
An elegiac amble through blowing dust and greasy spoons, the soundtrack the whine of truck engines and the howl of coyotes. . . . At turns, Shepard s story morphs from novel, with recurring characters and structured narrative, into prose poem, with lysergic flashes of brilliance and amphetamine stutters. . . . Atmospheric and precisely observed, very much of a piece with Shepard s other work. Kirkus Reviews