I’m writing letters to everyone who, for one reason or another, for good or bad, has a hook lodged in my heart. As my life goes on, the threads to these hooks just keep on growing, always connected no matter what I do. I’m surprised you’re included in that bunch. Actually, no, I’m not surprised by that at all. You—
No, I can’t do it. Not you.
This brilliant debut consists of a prose collection of fictional letters from a deceased 26-year-old Southern American named Jeremiah John Watts (JJ). The people JJ mentions in these letters have a parallel to the alienated and confused dreamers, addicts and lost souls found in the work of the likes of Denis Johnson and William Burroughs, but JJ’s larger-than-life sentimentality as his past leaks out of his heart and onto the page puts this collection in some new sphere of perception…
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