The Fast Red Road, a Plainsong by Stephen Graham Jones

 

I tapped out after maybe 100 pages. If I were generous, I'd say that this is a very young Jones, and he's probably still in the process of working out what his writing is going to be. As it is, though, I worked my way through looping pie-eyed stoner prose for that hundred pages, with affected oddball weirdness jarring against vague realism, and while I maybe could have finished the book, I wouldn't have enjoyed it. Not exactly unreadable, but not enjoyable to read.