By Chuck Klosterman
Ny instances bestselling writer and “oneofAmerica’stop cultural critics” (Entertainment Weekly) Chuck Klosterman’s debut novel brilliantly captures the attraction and dread of small city life—now to be had in exchange paperback. someplace in rural North Dakota, there's a fictional city referred to as Owl. They don’t have cable. They don’t rather have popular culture, yet they do have grain costs and alcoholism. humans work flat out after which they die. yet that’s no longer approximately as lousy because it sounds; actually, occasionally it’s excellent. Mitch Hrlicka lives in Owl. He performs highschool soccer and concerns approximately his weirdness, or lack thereof. Julia Rabia simply moved to Owl. A heritage instructor, she will get unfastened booze and falls in love with a self-loathing bison farmer. Widower and native conversationalist Horace Jones has resided in Owl for seventy-three years. all of them comprehend one another thoroughly, other than that they’ve by no means met. but if a dangerous blizzard— in response to an exact typhoon that happened in 1984—hits the realm, their lives are derailed in unex- pected and strong methods. An unpretentious, darkly comedic tale of the way it feels to exist in a group the place neighborhood mythology and violent fact are pretty well an analogous factor, Downtown Owl is “a enjoyable personality learn and moves an ideal stability among the humorous and the professional- found” (Publishers Weekly).
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