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Jack Saxby, the last of the blues singers, ekes out a living as an Elvis minister at a Vegas wedding chapel. It's getting to the point where his newest best friend is a three-legged coyote sneaking garbage out of the back of his dumpy trailer. A recovering alcoholic, Jack has trouble staying on the wagon. His ex-wife suggested AA, but those superstitious crutch-leaners? No thanks. The 28th Amendment has declared the country to be one nation under enlightened reason, and Jack's as enlightened as any other patriotic American. Who needs a Higher Power in this age of the Pax Scientifica? Not to…mehr

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Jack Saxby, the last of the blues singers, ekes out a living as an Elvis minister at a Vegas wedding chapel. It's getting to the point where his newest best friend is a three-legged coyote sneaking garbage out of the back of his dumpy trailer. A recovering alcoholic, Jack has trouble staying on the wagon. His ex-wife suggested AA, but those superstitious crutch-leaners? No thanks. The 28th Amendment has declared the country to be one nation under enlightened reason, and Jack's as enlightened as any other patriotic American. Who needs a Higher Power in this age of the Pax Scientifica? Not to mention the Sound Thinkers, the ultra rationalists, raid all the AA groups they can find. After Jack is fired, an old lady visits him. Lillian Teatime tells him a wacky story how in each generation there are ten Righteous Ones who keep the world from destruction. Nine of this generation's Righteous Ones have been killed. Leaving only one. Who is none other than Jack. The Flashy Tin Man, Lillian warns, is out to get him. Jack scoffs. For one thing, he's hardly righteous, and for another, she's clearly nuts. Then Jack has a narrow escape from Bobby Boy Bright, a man with no bottom to his eyes. Maybe Lillian Teatime wasn't entirely crazy, after all. Adding to Jack's woes, the Sound Thinkers want to get their hands on him for their science experiments. From Vegas to New York to LA, Jack keeps one frantic step ahead of trouble, desperately trying to convince everybody he's not the last remaining Righteous One. Some other poor sucker is. He succeeds, but in a way he never bargained for.


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Autorenporträt
My parents were American missionaries to Indonesia, where I was born and raised and still live with my family. In 1965, as a nine-year boy living in Bali, I was an eye-witness to the madness that swept over the country and the island after a failed communist coup, during which tens of thousands of innocent people were slaughtered.

One rainy day in December, a man I'd never seen before hunched on the parlor sofa in my parent's house in Klungkung, east Bali. He reeked of fright: acrid, bitter, biting. He was silent, hands clasped between his knees. A former member of a Communist party's community organization, he was helpless, hopeless, marked for death, a marking that painted not by gray-skinned pallor but by stink. I'll never forget that smell. My latest book is about that time: BONES OF THE DARK MOON, a contemporary novel exploring the massacres of 1965, a tragedy that is not part of the Bali myth and is unknown to most visitors and even younger Balinese themselves.

I grew up reading whatever I could get my hands on. I wrote my first my first short story when I was six-years-old about a yawn that traveled around the world. I also went to the beach a lot and surfed. I attended college in the US and then bailed out of a marine geology PhD program due to technical difficulties with my soul, which did not want to be shackled to a career. I ended back in Bali, writing and surfing (as a writer, I am best known for my YA novel THE KILLING SEA, about the Asian tsunami but I have other great books out there too). I also spend a good deal of my life looking for things, such as my sunglasses, which sometimes are to be found propped up on my head.