By Marc Parent
What could you write if not anyone knew who you were?
In the spirit of the demolition derby, the place drivers take heedless hazards with reckless abandon, welcome to the 1st convocation of the key Society of Demolition Writers. here's a extraordinary assortment through well-known authors writing anonymously–and dangerously. With the standard issues approximately reputations and renown solid apart, those twelve daredevils have every one contributed an severe, no-holds-barred unsigned tale, every one shining as brightly and urgently as threat lights.
Unconventional and unapologetic, this publishing identical of a whodunit gains an eclectic crew of fictional characters, together with a delusional schizophrenic narrator, an egg donor with moment innovations approximately her choice, a pharmacist who types a unusual weigh down on a girl who beat either one of her mom and dad to loss of life, and a bit lady who is aware that an previous secure is the brink to a different, ghostly, international. both different and excellent are the authors themselves: Aimee Bender, Benjamin Cheever, Michael Connelly, Sebastian Junger, Elizabeth McCracken, Rosie O’Donnell, Chris Offutt, Anna Quindlen, John Burnham Schwartz, Alice Sebold, Lauren Slater, and Marc Parent, the editor of the gathering. by no means prior to has one of these wide-ranging and gifted team of authors been assembled to such explosive and enjoyable effect.
The mystery Society of Demolition Writers is an fascinating puzzle in itself, yet it’s additionally a massive addition to the careers of a few of our most interesting storytellers–even if we by no means fairly comprehend who wrote what. Its boundary-smashing fiction bargains exhilarating evidence that for an artist, withholding your id can suggest gaining your freedom.
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