- Published: 06/09/2012
- ISBN: 9781847086709
- 129x20mm
- 144 pages
Jesus’ Son
Denis Johnson
Jesus’ Son is a visionary chronicle of dreamers, addicts, and lost souls. These stories tell of spiralling grief and transcendence, of rock bottom and redemption, of getting lost and found and lost again. The narrator of these interlinked stories is a young, unnamed man, reeling from his addiction to heroin and alcohol, his mind at once clouded and made brilliantly lucid by these drugs. In the course of his adventures, he meets an assortment of people, who seem as alienated and confused as he; sinners, misfits, the lost, the damned, the desperate and the forgotten. Our of their bleak, seemingly random lives, Denis Johnson creates modern-day parables of a harsh and devastating beauty.
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Truly extraordinary
Marc Lambert, Books of the Year, Scotland on Sunday
The God I want to believe in has a voice and a sense of humour like Denis Johnson's
Jonathan Franzen
Denis Johnson is inspired, in the truest sense of that once-potent, even dangerous word.
LA Times
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