NEVER WORK, NEVER DIE
Buried half a mile beneath the desert sands of the US-Mexico border, exists a secret city that holds the promise of everything that draws refugees and immigrants to America––liberty, luxury and excess. . .
In this Terminal Autonomous Zone, two prophets will rise—one, a reckless seeker who believes the psychedelic mushrooms he’s discovered will spur a revolution in human consciousness; the other, a fire-and-brimstone preacher endowed by strange angels with a power that heals the sick and raises the dead—and as rival factions emerge around them, a march toward war begins . . .
“Unamerica is madness. Timely, familiar, brilliant—but most of all, terrifying—madness.” —ROB HART, author of The Warehouse
“Goodfellow satirizes the excesses of capitalism, religion, and drug culture in this macabre dystopian fantasy... a wild, trippy journey through a horrifying nightmare version of America.” —PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
“A gripping novel that lives up to the hype.” —THIS IS HORROR
At seven-thirty on a recent August morning, Providence was shrouded in mist. I scuttled down Steeple Street, entered the Art Deco Biltmore Hotel, and took the elevator to the seventeenth floor. Two cloaked and hooded men swept past, bearing fruit cups. READ THE FULL ARTICLE AT THE NEW YORKER