Saturday, January 6, 2024

Gun Church by Reed Farrel Coleman


So, imagine if a writer of crime novels read Misery like a dozen times and had read some of those dreary litfic novels where the English-professor/writer/protagonist gets into trouble by fucking colleagues and students and thought he could combine them, and he decided to make his Annie Wilkes equivalent someone who wanted as much as anything to get credit for the *better than anything else he's ever written* novel the writer/protagonist writes and is the leader of a cult-like organization that performs ceremonies in which the practitioners put on various kinds of degrees of body armor and shoot each other, and the fan turns out to be a criminal mastermind who's set up the protagonist to take the fall for several crimes, and the protagonist has loved ones in danger from the guncult.


That is *Gun Church*.


 

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