“The human soul isn’t sold once but rather slowly and methodically and piece by piece.”
Little, Brown and Company | 2018
Opening Hook: A politician, a dead woman and a car
walk into a bar drive off of a bridge.
Main Character: A bowl of oatmeal wearing khakis.
Plot Twisty-ness: If you turned Washington D.C. into a corn maze.
A word of advice, don’t read books that are outside of your interests because you have an intellectual crush on the author.
What are my interests, you might ask? Why did this book fall outside of them? Well, I’ll tell you…
This novel is about Charlie Marder, a newly appointed US Congressman.
He’s married to a zoologist (for some fucking reason) with a baby on the way, marching into Washington ready to make some positive changes guided by his strong moral compass and naivete. He has taken over his seat for a disgraced politician who was found dead after charges of corruption and racketeering.
Then there’s the mysterious elements – a shooting in the Capitol, lots of talk about communism. McCarthy makes an appearance, as does JFK and numerous other real-life players in 1950s D.C. A dead girl, a car crash and more communism, and J. Edgar Hoover and Senate hearings and lobbyists.
A shadowy network of secret societies, a nefarious group known as the Hellfire Club who will stop at nothing to get what they want, soon have Charlie in their clutches. After some codes to decipher and some deep national secrets to Nicholas Cage out of the Library of Congress, Charlie realizes he’s not just trying to save himself, but that the fate of the whole country rests in his hands! Gasp! Shock!
And then the N-word gets uttered a time or two. You know how those racial tensions were back when ladies knew their place! Am I right?!
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