Want Not

By Jonathan Miles

A New York Times striking Book

“A incredible booklet, and there’s nobody i wouldn't urge to learn it . . . this can be the paintings of a fluid, convinced and profoundly gifted author who will get extra fluid, extra convinced and probably extra proficient even in the booklet itself.” —Dave Eggers, New York instances e-book Review

A hugely creative and corrosively comic story of our instances, wish now not exposes 3 diversified worlds in a number of states of disrepair—a younger freegan couple dwelling off the grid in big apple urban; a once-prominent linguist, sacked at midlife by means of the dissolution of his marriage and his father’s wasting conflict with Alzheimer’s; and a self-made debt-collecting tycoon, whose brute expertise for squeezing cash out of not going locations has yielded him a royal lifestyles, trophy spouse included.

Want and hope propel those characters ahead towards whatever, whatever, extra, till their worlds collide, in short, randomly, but irrevocably, in a shattering finishing that would hang-out readers lengthy after the final web page is turned.

“Shrewd, humorous, and infrequently devastating . . . What Want Not does top, although, isn’t plotting yet photographs of humanity: the small epiphanies and personal hurts of each individual whose existence, just like the detritus they produce, is as superbly mundane and specified as a fingerprint.” —Entertainment Weekly

“An impassioned paintings of fiction.” —Dallas Morning News

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