The best turn-of-the-century literary guy named Jonathan has a new one out, and he's back doing detective stories. Can he get back into the groove he found in 1999's Motherless Brooklyn? Will he be the first novel to take on Trump and win? How can literature make sense of a world like ours? What happens when you die honking your dong to Japanese animation? Music by Hate Eternal: https://hateeternal.bandcamp.com/album/upon-desolate-sands And Ithaca: https://ithacauk.bandcamp.com/album/the-language-of-injury And leave us a damn review on iTunes you pigs.