What do you think?
Rate this book
384 pages, Hardcover
First published December 1, 2020
Across the street, a liquor store. Inside was all smiling sommeliers and artisanal tequilas and bourbon made in barrels built from reclaimed wood-- a far cry from the bulletproof-glass-and-lottery-tickets liquor store Hudson used to have on Warren Street. (p. 129)
Hate had taken me this far. It was the blade between my ribs. It was the pain I grabbed hold of, to make my art.
Why shouldn't I drink? Why not single-malt scotch? I was all of a sudden an obscenely wealthy man. And all I had to do was betray everything my father believed in. And unleash a hideous monster in the shape of a man. I waved my credit card like a sword that could slay the sea serpents encircling me. (p. 168)